... Hamburg City Home place
Cold days
I smoke haze
And kill beats
Call it a cold case
My flow makes
You drift away on slow waves
I go straight
Under your skin
Under your bones
I make your soul quake
I spread my wings, there’s no cage
Cut the strings, I’m no slave
Of anything or anyone, trust me, no ways,
They can stop me, rotate
Like a tornado, go praise
While I go shape, my future when I spit those phrases
