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the frederik (producer) - wyte lyrics

accordin’ to my pop and demon of this hostility
according to mathematics, shouldn’t possess ability
i’m breathin’ in air, senses think a liability
they governer another orange lover and facilities

choppin’ up
choppin’ up wyte sun
[?] in the hood
tranquility is futility
chop wyte and learn to duck lead with agility
ironic how a justice civilized by the scales
that’s wyte how i [?] [pale ?]
but you can never say when the holy buildings are h-ll
and your crisp swiss cheese compet-tion let ’em [h-ll/held ?]
you can’t turn stage, face in [the wind ?] or sail
wyte like a phantasm [boardin’ ?] this world to fail

they choppin’ up
they choppin’ up
they choppin’ up
they choppin’ up
they choppin’ up
they choppin’ up wyte sun
nowhere to run
they bringin’ in the score, nowhere to hide
bringin’ in the score, nowhere to run
bringin’ in the score, nowhere to hide
bringin’ in the score, score, score, score, score

guess what?

they choppin’ up wyte sun

(wyte, wyte, wyte, wyte, wyte, wyte, wyte, wyte, wyte, wyte, wyte, wyte)

guess what?

they choppin’ up wyte
they choppin’ up wyte sun

- the frederik producer lyrics

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