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Funk defy your soul

 
Swag hot feels is all we gonna need
This whacked-out timing to play
Raising fruit from the soulless seed
Words in unknown rhyme today

Tripping upon the bed way too high
Music crunk by a wing and care
Make-believing base words may fly
Hear an angel not a devil's dare

Now we walk their grass a barefoot
Old sacrifice hung in sacred tree
The holiest grounds burnt into soot
Sound of minds, our spirits free
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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