K - A - M - A - S - U - T - R - A
****This the Raw Version**** ***Remastered Version coming soon*** All rights reserved by Travis Barela Moquino aka "KamaSutra" Lyrics written by Travis Do Not Own Beat šš Lyrics Below šš Yeah it's K -A -M -A -S -U -T -R -A itās Kama Sutra, SpaƱaās ownāraw like Lynch, mind sharp as a razor Paint vivid tales in the night, my flowās a quick eraser From cracked sidewalks to valley view, where the Rio calls my name EspaƱola born, Yeah, itās SpaƱa that I claim Iām that hidden code in the matrix, blue pill up in my frame- just to maintain See the red and blue flashinā through my review- They just canāt catch this pain Propa'ah!- Iām like chess in an alleyway, every move deliberate Cop'ah's circling my shadow any way, but I pivot and pivot it They always lurking with suspicion, tryinā to lock me in a prism I decode the system, slice through bars with lyricism 505 bound, New Mexico in my chest Putting SpaƱa town on the atlasāmy verses manifest. From the dusk to the dawn, Iām the script and director Baking metaphors in the desert; my mindās the pressure, Cook-Ah. knock u out the frame, Shook up Haters and the law want to see me fall or trip But Iām a ghost in the pueblo, smoke through their fingertips Trying to shackle my sound, but I break every chain Like a serpent with wisdom, Iām dripping venom in my lane Ancient as adobe, legacy never plain Kama Sutraāleaving marks you canāt explain It's K A M A S U T R A KamaSutra SpaƱas own it's SpaƱa that I claim K A M A S U T R A KamaSutra SpaƱas own, SpaƱa that I claim They say Iām too raw, cook up tracks with no caution But Iām just breathing SpaƱa, letting these cops lights soften They wonāt see my vision, they just focus on my skin But musicās in my marrow, and Iāll always win ... I will always win
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****This the Raw Version**** ***Remastered Version coming soon*** All rights reserved by Travis Barela Moquino aka "KamaSutra" Lyrics written by Travis Do Not Own Beat šš Lyrics Below šš Yeah it's K -A -M -A -S -U -T -R -A itās Kama Sutra, SpaƱaās ownāraw like Lynch, mind sharp as a razor Paint vivid tales in the night, my flowās a quick eraser From cracked sidewalks to valley view, where the Rio calls my name EspaƱola born, Yeah, itās SpaƱa that I claim Iām that hidden code in the matrix, blue pill up in my frame- just to maintain See the red and blue flashinā through my review- They just canāt catch this pain Propa'ah!- Iām like chess in an alleyway, every move deliberate Cop'ah's circling my shadow any way, but I pivot and pivot it They always lurking with suspicion, tryinā to lock me in a prism I decode the system, slice through bars with lyricism 505 bound, New Mexico in my chest Putting SpaƱa town on the atlasāmy verses manifest. From the dusk to the dawn, Iām the script and director Baking metaphors in the desert; my mindās the pressure, Cook-Ah. knock u out the frame, Shook up Haters and the law want to see me fall or trip But Iām a ghost in the pueblo, smoke through their fingertips Trying to shackle my sound, but I break every chain Like a serpent with wisdom, Iām dripping venom in my lane Ancient as adobe, legacy never plain Kama Sutraāleaving marks you canāt explain It's K A M A S U T R A KamaSutra SpaƱas own it's SpaƱa that I claim K A M A S U T R A KamaSutra SpaƱas own, SpaƱa that I claim They say Iām too raw, cook up tracks with no caution But Iām just breathing SpaƱa, letting these cops lights soften They wonāt see my vision, they just focus on my skin But musicās in my marrow, and Iāll always win ... I will always win
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