Yahh, It's bini, and I'm free, feels good
Now, Heaven on earth to me, put simp-a-ly in layman's t
Is cruisin' dusty backroads in this Mid-Ohio Valley
Somethin' bout the tires grindin' gravel underneath
Accompany the beats, rhythms sweep me off my feets
Rippin' round ridin' rockin' rhymes n' rollin' Rubrake
Who's sake? My Sanity's, local cats can relate
Retrace, alternate; redirect my Mercury
Sable if I'm able surely capable to drive my day away
Thinkin' bout some ladies, at once I was amongst
Hackin' lungs to tongue for months, dumbwhorebitchcunts
Supercalafragalistic-expi-ala-hoe-shous, damn, triggers linger like doses in scoliosis mann
Mo' emotions, shit flowin' like we followin' moses; partin' red seas for 700 drippin' cold noses
Steppin' feet to keep some peaceful vibes to all his people, life alive is equal
I learned from Marshal on the come up
Turnin' Sherm'n Hazy, sayin' maybe I can get some
Grippinn' wood grain; Kamiya Kasshin, skatin' streets
Just a loner stoner organ donor with low self esteem
Well, not really so much anymore; but, I digress
Wood grain gripping liftin timber hella limber
Sendin' big-spins whippin', finger-flippin' off the kicker
Hey Mr. Lifter, I'm high up as a twister
But it blows my mind how you can fly by kicking 7 plys
I'm just a bowl guy, a cruiser till I die
No matter what wheels I feel a calming fear inside
Let me reset my mind, get lost in space and time
To reemerge I'm purged of hate and anger's grind
As I write this line, I'm gripping wood I should
Pack up aluminum, replace the black with good
Then turn on Kenshin, this what I'm missin
Cartoons with morality, integrity, and tension
Yo man what's happenin? No dick chappenin
We get the fit glowin' for homies who be rappin' and
We shining bright as Sakabato, write in Yahiko flow, so all the people know
They speaking peace fo sho, and teaching every soul
That if ya wanna grow come meet us at the dojo
We grippin' wood grain, Kamiya Kashin
Let off steam with swords forged of few trees and huge dreams
Swords forged of few trees and huge dreams
Call'em Bini - Grippin' Lyrics
Call'em Bini - Grippin' Lyrics
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Yahh, It's bini, and I'm free, feels good
Now, Heaven on earth to me, put simp-a-ly in layman's t
Is cruisin' dusty backroads in this Mid-Ohio Valley
Somethin' bout the tires grindin' gravel underneath
Accompany the beats, rhythms sweep me off my feets
Rippin' round ridin' rockin' rhymes n' rollin' Rubrake
Who's sake? My Sanity's, local cats can relate
Retrace, alternate; redirect my Mercury
Sable if I'm able surely capable to drive my day away
Thinkin' bout some ladies, at once I was amongst
Hackin' lungs to tongue for months, dumbwhorebitchcunts
Supercalafragalistic-expi-ala-hoe-shous, damn, triggers linger like doses in scoliosis mann
Mo' emotions, shit flowin' like we followin' moses; partin' red seas for 700 drippin' cold noses
Steppin' feet to keep some peaceful vibes to all his people, life alive is equal
I learned from Marshal on the come up
Turnin' Sherm'n Hazy, sayin' maybe I can get some
Grippinn' wood grain; Kamiya Kasshin, skatin' streets
Just a loner stoner organ donor with low self esteem
Well, not really so much anymore; but, I digress
Wood grain gripping liftin timber hella limber
Sendin' big-spins whippin', finger-flippin' off the kicker
Hey Mr. Lifter, I'm high up as a twister
But it blows my mind how you can fly by kicking 7 plys
I'm just a bowl guy, a cruiser till I die
No matter what wheels I feel a calming fear inside
Let me reset my mind, get lost in space and time
To reemerge I'm purged of hate and anger's grind
As I write this line, I'm gripping wood I should
Pack up aluminum, replace the black with good
Then turn on Kenshin, this what I'm missin
Cartoons with morality, integrity, and tension
Yo man what's happenin? No dick chappenin
We get the fit glowin' for homies who be rappin' and
We shining bright as Sakabato, write in Yahiko flow, so all the people know
They speaking peace fo sho, and teaching every soul
That if ya wanna grow come meet us at the dojo
We grippin' wood grain, Kamiya Kashin
Let off steam with swords forged of few trees and huge dreams
Swords forged of few trees and huge dreams
Now, Heaven on earth to me, put simp-a-ly in layman's t
Is cruisin' dusty backroads in this Mid-Ohio Valley
Somethin' bout the tires grindin' gravel underneath
Accompany the beats, rhythms sweep me off my feets
Rippin' round ridin' rockin' rhymes n' rollin' Rubrake
Who's sake? My Sanity's, local cats can relate
Retrace, alternate; redirect my Mercury
Sable if I'm able surely capable to drive my day away
Thinkin' bout some ladies, at once I was amongst
Hackin' lungs to tongue for months, dumbwhorebitchcunts
Supercalafragalistic-expi-ala-hoe-shous, damn, triggers linger like doses in scoliosis mann
Mo' emotions, shit flowin' like we followin' moses; partin' red seas for 700 drippin' cold noses
Steppin' feet to keep some peaceful vibes to all his people, life alive is equal
I learned from Marshal on the come up
Turnin' Sherm'n Hazy, sayin' maybe I can get some
Grippinn' wood grain; Kamiya Kasshin, skatin' streets
Just a loner stoner organ donor with low self esteem
Well, not really so much anymore; but, I digress
Wood grain gripping liftin timber hella limber
Sendin' big-spins whippin', finger-flippin' off the kicker
Hey Mr. Lifter, I'm high up as a twister
But it blows my mind how you can fly by kicking 7 plys
I'm just a bowl guy, a cruiser till I die
No matter what wheels I feel a calming fear inside
Let me reset my mind, get lost in space and time
To reemerge I'm purged of hate and anger's grind
As I write this line, I'm gripping wood I should
Pack up aluminum, replace the black with good
Then turn on Kenshin, this what I'm missin
Cartoons with morality, integrity, and tension
Yo man what's happenin? No dick chappenin
We get the fit glowin' for homies who be rappin' and
We shining bright as Sakabato, write in Yahiko flow, so all the people know
They speaking peace fo sho, and teaching every soul
That if ya wanna grow come meet us at the dojo
We grippin' wood grain, Kamiya Kashin
Let off steam with swords forged of few trees and huge dreams
Swords forged of few trees and huge dreams
Writer: Matthew Colombini
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