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pulse - bump squad lyrics

[intro: bnjmn]
so let me speak my inner peace, the thesis of an honorable mention
with a gold medal fastened around his neck despite dissension
from the anchors that he left behind him on the ground below
and his ascension spelled the end of every trouble, trial, and woe

that’s pro, no? pro bono
on the phono, locomotive
dynamic, explosive
titanic, corrosive
with acid i spit, i bring it ike “sama llamas”
spider*man vibes, except my wrists sling commas

i’m smoking up my flora, i’m chilling with the fauna
lighter loads, so we packing bowls densely with marijuana
pack and hold, stack the flows from the back of that broke*ass honda
odyssey prophecy, god, they were mocking me awkwardly

in solemnity i stand, with a dried up pen in hand
scribbled my riddles in triples, ridiculous, leaving the papers where they land
drop the needle for the people, pump the jams
try to to tell me that you isn’t a fan

[chorus: ramses, ramses & bnjmn]
feeling one in heart and soul
the planet’s pulse is in our bones
never worry ‘bout a thing at all
getting high when feeling low
feel the rhythm ebb and flow
never worry ‘bout a thing at all
[verse 2: mocking jay]
as i spill the crooked prose, blow for blow, deliver broken nose
to all you no*gos, no*h0m*s, slowpokes, your jokes get no ‘plause
plausible? i think so, as a bro wrote, pro bono
from london off to kyoto, i say we start this show, no?

i think i got the flow, yo, the no*slow bloke
smoke some dope, forget the coke, no, i’m woke to the broken system
the king is just a symptom of the sickness in this kingdom
and i am just a nutty villain here to slaughter bl**dy rhythms

chop ‘em up like christmas trees, then turn the needles to febreze
and drench the smelly words of thee with my stank flow quick remedy
like jason mraz, it’s on me, it’s kept in my back pocket
for when you spin it like a socket wrench and then you’re sent back to the bench
with this mensch, a god, when i look at you, a poor sod
i get my fishing rod and now you’re caught in this barrage
of brawls and trenches, of b*lls and wrenches
so try to dodge

[chorus: ramses, ramses & bnjmn]
feeling one in heart and soul
the planet’s pulse is in our bones
never worry ‘bout a thing at all
getting high when feeling low
feel the rhythm ebb and flow
never worry ‘bout a thing at all
[bridge: ramses]
synchronicity, simplicity, enter the industry
dismantle bigotry with linguistics that hit differently
in short, we collectively mirror your lack of empathy
so sink into the melody and fix your f*ckin’ energy

[verse 3: yung waycie]

we’re looking at the whole thing wrong
the closer that your cot is to the bottom of the hill
the more you smoking pot, the less you wanna pop a pill
non gratias tibi, i don’t need a million dollar bill
and when she throw it back i’m thrilled

so tell me what’s the deal? where are the scars i’ve healed?
like, i can feel them still, like sandpaper on matzo meal, you feel me?
can you hear me, am i heard? or should i flip the bird?
we’re living in the shadow of what once we called the world, the planet

can you can it for the sanitation of my kingdom*nation
an un*invitation, you in violation of my ventilation, ‘rona!
pro bono b*n*r, i’m tired of getting litty titty when i’m solo, loner stoner
and it could be me, or feces, grab a reese’s
we’re criminals watching free releases, on dean street, on a retreat
so treat yourself to aidan on the way out
this is bs, no bullsh*t, no governmental payout
[chorus: ramses, ramses & bnjmn]
feeling one in heart and soul
the planet’s pulse is in our bones
never worry ‘bout a thing at all
getting high when feeling low
feel the rhythm ebb and flow
never worry ‘bout a thing at all

[outro: yung waycie]
…reese’s
watching free releases on green street, with a retreat, fu*

- bump squad lyrics

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