[Amuta: Chorus]

I don't see you, you are not there

I don't see you, you are not there

I don't see you, you are not there

[Verse 1: Modenine]

Yea, check...huhn

I turn a blind eye , don't see y'all

Never wanna be y'all , career took a detour

Right before the ups and downs love hate seesaw

They use to be raw now they getting pinker

Fire fi ya Ras , just follow the blinkers

Duppy everybody when I hit em with the stinker

Groupies cheering with the spirit fingers for the black inka

Out the box thinker , slapping rapping singers with the vocab

Make the crowd go mad , I can do no bad

You haters can get the gonads

I handle beef like a crazy Fulani nomad

But when I go Lag its all chummy and sweet nectar

Then behind my back they label me a defector

Before you find my Achilles heel (he'll) kill hector

I'm paranoid I'm bringing out the lie detector to reduce my circle of friends into a minor sector

[Chorus:]

[Verse 2: Modenine]

I'm dropping punchlines and geo glyphs of nasca

You only get it when your high I'm your master

Surviving the miasma with asthma

Side effects 47 chromosomes ronin

I'm down with syndrome samurai cloning

Mode choke em out till the side of they mouth foaming

I'm zoning igniting like white phosphorus

Watching the throne with binoculars

Before I kill a king and put him in a pyscophagus

(Deep) who ever said the bars profitless

I beg to differ you booty sniffers faking the image

I dare one of y'all to cross the line of scrimmage

No gimmicks kneel down and call me sire

Fresh bars will never expire

The watered down version of modenine can spit fire

Rolling through the quagmire with flat tyres