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