PROCESSED BEATS

I ran from the tide. I won't let you hide, won't let you hide I drop beats from this processed meat For a conversation on meditation I cut waves like some unborn slaves Just like terrorists on a day of rest I ran from the tide. I won't let you hide, won't let you hide I break bones stealing mobile phones said I'm cutting deals for these homeless meals Making idle threats using Chinese burns as you Load my head with the grateful dead I ran from the tide. I won't let you hide, won't let you hide I ran from the tide. I won't let you hide, won't let you hide I ran from the tide. I won't let you hide, won't let you hide I ran from the tide. I won't let you hide, won't let you hide