Processed Beats Lyrics

(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)
I drop beats from this processed meat
For a conversation, a meditation, and
I cut waves like some unborn sage
Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing
horus
(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)
I break bones, stealing mobile phones
And I'm cutting deals for these homeless meals
Making idle threats using Chinese burns
As you load my head with the grateful dead, singing
horus
(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)
(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)
ridge
horus
(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)
(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)