Processed Beats

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

I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide

I break bones stealing mobile phones

And I'm cuttin' deals for these homeless meals

Making idle threats using Chinese burns

As you load my head with the grateful dead singing

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

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