*SECTOR-SECTOR-SECTOR*
Hurricane
I will raise their tempo
I took out the ramp, dressed in the shadows, touched in the distance, I
Fuck fame, tact, white cocaine, I'm going like a tank
I'm setting fire to a blunt somewhere, so, my head is in the mess
Euphoretic in the tract and white first (first white) act
And I hold on like a soldier, in a marathon to hell (a)
Ice King
My flow - retro wave
My background - a cage from your mentality
Undeground, Asap
Lost somewhere, like everywhere, darknet is a priority
I'm a rarity dressed in the shadows
Asap
Asap
Asap
Asap
Asap
Asap
Asap
I want this asap, I don't like to wait
Euro step, to the top, A C A B - began to imitate them
Scarlet stack, I burn rubber, tore the seal
So I'm not sad
Pedal (I)
I want this asap, I don't like to wait
Euro step, to the top, A C A B - began to imitate them
The most SWAG, anti-trap - began to possess them
Like a bloodhound I (I)
You can't escape