Correction Lyrics Sleeping On Your Style by Thundamentals

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[Jeswon]
It's that
Thundamentalist, boom-bap heavy shit
Penning these gems in the age of Aquarius
Mind-state's perilous, dialect's derelict
Heretic armed with the text like a terrorist
Rhymes I develop climb high like Everest
Even if they're sleeping on your style like a sedative
Remember when cats said, "Jes you lack melanin
To make it rapping", tow them fellas are backpedalin'
Heaven-sent words in my tracks set precedents
Sorta like elections of the first black president
I burn whack messages, learned that from Seraphin
Challenging my energy, annihilate rhetoric
Strikingly evident, precise with the evidence
Eloquence fresh from the edge of the precipice
Soul like a reverend, dawn the new era in
I'm tryna take it to a place where it's never been
Time for the reckoning, I'm choosing to flip that
Nuclear script that could loosen your grip, kids
Lace up your shoes tight, my movement is swift
Make moves by the moonlight, the lunar eclipse set to
Block out the solar
I stare down my foes with a stone-cold glare like a polar
Bear, f*ck a square, son, I'm outside the box
Couldn't give a toss if y'all wanna get down or not, 'cause

Even if they're sleeping on your style like a sedative
Develop it, don't take it as a negative
That should never be affecting it
Just try and take it to a place where it's never been
Even if they're sleeping on your style like a sedative
Develop it, don't take it as a negative
That should never be affecting it
Just try and take it to a place where it's never been

[Tuka]
I'll seduce Mother Earth, I'll flirt with she-demons
I'll burn the streets down, scream "word" to Team Sequence
I burst these speakers when I flex textiles
Get the heads dialed, it's that shit you wanna X-File
I'll chill like reptiles, and sit in the sun
I spit projectiles like I triggered a gun
Run my lip with a rip of my lung
More villainous than Attila the Hun, I'm the rhythm hittin' the skin of the drum (kick it)
No what if, this is it
Deliver the beat, I'm bringing the heat, flipping a speech, slitting ya gizzards
Giving ya blisters, I whistle blizzards, lightning, thunder and flames
Whistle killer twisters, summon the hurricanes
Tuk's the name, I'm not chasing a tail, it be
Serendipity creating this tale for me
Full circle, I'm blazing a trail
Winds of perfect symmetry inflating my sails
Overtaking the snails, pick up the pace
This be the haste of life
Overstand but understate, yo, I take my time
Tryna foresee more than the naked eye
On the ball and chain from the drought to the falling rain
To the cloud that absorbs my brain
To them played-out f*ckers that sound all the same
To the true heads bound for the hall of fame, it go

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