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Origin Swarm

Barren fossil orbiting SATURATE Diminish possibility FOR REBIRTH Depraved of fertility Bled dry completely No longer flourishing EMPTY HARVEST LINGERING Swarm

man Hopes are lost to the malevolent game plan Annihilation of original citizens Of this great planet Earth listen P-Dog spits the dope words born Batterram's rollin' task force swarm

N checks and Blowin' slow in a Montaro flexin' Beats break heavily word to INS bless me Blow me like three bags of cess For real from the Killa Hill locked and caged in We're swarm

to tear the club up plus the after party On the battle field catch a body With no fair warnin, my queen bee connect swarm on 'em Primate, hold your mic

* - originally appeared on Wu-Chronicles as "Lutunza Hit" [Myalansky] Let's get this money for real. It's time to get paid baby. Lutunza. All that shit

a Montaro flexin Beats break heavily word to INS bless me Blow me like three bags of cess For real from the Killa Hill locked and caged in We're swarm

we nah play, we nah bow and nyam it no no we nah stray, give it to di gyal dem without no delay, a swarm dem a swarm dis ya pro deejay, so mi stay so

breathless engine, It shines in the swimming haze and heat. While your mind, Like a swarm of insects in a gust of wind, Crumbles and reassembles, Forgetting its original

times two is six, Pete is one-three I'm the other half, known as the other trey Tourin to wild screams, the Third Son's born Swarm to the lyrics cause