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jason bourne - cas metah lyrics

verse 1 (cas metah)
in the water i was found, thank god i didn’t drown
‘cause lately i been covering ground
the mans mission failed when i quit making sound
now i’m making rounds off radar, bouncing town to town
bound by the mystery of my ident-ty
until their instincts kick in, then it’s supremacy
even when i’m lost i’m steps ahead of the enemy
you may injure but you’re never apprehending me
send your -ssets, i’ll be sending them to sleep
witness this brilliant militant k!lling spree
if you’re willing to follow i’m willing to lead
but we got to go pr-nto, leave skids in the streets
built with the speed and strength of a clydesdale
black op’s like bad cops, we don’t fight fair
i’m treadstones best known and black briars nightmare
a nomad ninja on some “right there! right where?”

verse 2 (june marx)
infiltrate and harm
the sound of my name raise alarm
delta one left cl-ssified pages torn
trained and armed
i was taken form in the waves of the storm
jason bourne
hatred sp-wned it’s betrayal from my rivals end
mind extends inside of sniper rifles lense
bio chems agents
skull and bones, hate them
organizations faced with an ultimatum
full invasion
skip town surp-ss death
six rounds, a flak vest
swiss account access
i don’t cash checks, i form a contract
emperor-less, where terrorist bombs strapped explode upon contact
comrade fall back
spar foreign format at close quarter combat
the marx man will dodge traps
hurt factions
murderous actions, highly trained covert -ss-ssins

verse 3 (kevlaar 7)
‘til i lay in my grave i’ll spit fire in the wind
allah is to blame
kevlaar persuade the king
i felt my pain inside the embryo
walk the streets of gold, my time is rain
menace dry up until my clip is finished
dip and blend in on a beach in venice
i’m the rap jason bourne, i torch a mission
sn-tch my lessons i’m out the door in one minute
i walk with shawn bell, all my sentences k!llers
display the blueprints, vanish and stay vintage
erase my fingerprints, the only phantom witness
same difference, apt-tude benching, y’all we live it
in my frame blurry pictures, skull and bone crosses, and grave prescriptions
this can’t be life
aficionado extremist
trail me home with spiteful incentives
focus the scopes, spot the noose ropes
i can see
you know what i mean
yo, it’s three-sixty degrees

- cas metah lyrics

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