Letras:
Sense Field You Own Me

Now you own me And everything keeps telling me to run run away I never listen And everything keeps telling me to run, run away Now you own me, now you own me

blue water all around from a force field flashing somebody is sending black evolutions of love you are hearing the dark supernatural is the world we call our own

of an old religion. One can imagine them sentient - that is to say, we may attribute to stone-hardness, one after the other, our own five senses, until

seminar I'm a genius, I'm a prodigy A demon at maths and science, I'm up for a prize If you gotta grow up sometime You've got to do it on your own I

in a battle field I'm invincible You want a battle me man be sensible I'll never submit to any other emcee Be a duel to the death either him or me And

Meth-Tical You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding, yo It

's been grippin' you Cause you scared they'll be dissin' you Flipping birds while that spit at you If you not, why is that? It don't matter so bump it

its own thesis, Reaching The premium blend in the communion [Verse 3: Rasul] Follow me beyond the cloud In the stratosphere, to the House of El Huul It should lead you

cover The real me, it's inside So if you wanna judge me Look beyond and you'll see It's my body, it's my life, it's my own choice Tattoos as expression