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S Oliviere
S Oliviere
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A. Holland
A. Holland
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M Hussian
M Hussian
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A Jones
A Jones
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Tone Jonez
Tone Jonez
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Tone Jonez
Tone Jonez
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Make sure you've got your tickets for the Tripolar Express All aboard Ha Yeah You know what time it is now It's Mud Fam time Yeah Rising Son, Skinnyman, Mongo Done know let's do this Yo, coming at you live from the tenements It's the Earth element sending them in an early grave We yearn the stage all else is irrelevant The fact that we still here is a testament to ourselves We were Heaven sent, however ironically sent to Hell Well, this one's for the sentiment Three dignified kings align in the sky to signify the rising of the Phoenix It's triple trouble Tripolar triplicate triple helix It's like Twilight of the God's again rebooted and remixed Skinny, Mongo and Rising, Zeus, Hades and Poseidon If it's beef then we riding, who wanna compete with the titans Two brothers I can confide in we vibing sublime rhyming This is divine timing and it's nothing like silence It's high science and what binds us is thicker than blood We mineral rich and some criminally sick with it thugs So flick off your gloves step in the ring and find out That it's the same sun that softens the ice that hardens the mud What We got what you want and we The only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now All aboard the Tripolar Express We off the rails and this is how we do away with the stress It's like We got what you want and we The only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now All aboard the Tripolar Express We off the rails and the only thing we're making's a mess Alright hold up take your blindfolds off The three of we is Tripolar, consider it a gift Feel the shifting like a paradigm polar to the power of nine That's times three last of a dying breed Cross the tracks step on the power line Fam-Bully across the map that's my time, me too, me three Tripolar even when a guy's solo, ay yo Freeze Take a trip with the trappers across the bridge like triplets It's goats Billy, the roads roasters who're supposed to boast Mo's an overdose of dopeness so love us or loathe us You can't affect us you're bogus Mud on the road, loveable rogues Who close to those who knows us most is those we chose to hold closest Who help us keep focus regain your composure poser it's over Nibiru orphan giant footprints in the mud Leave my mark like giant rings in the tub filthy We got what you want and we The only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now All aboard the Tripolar Express We off the rails and this is how we do away with the stress It's like We got what you want and we The only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now All aboard the Tripolar Express We off the rails and the only thing we're making's a mess What Illuminate the darkest skies at night 3 stars shining bright see us the guiding light the three Magi Sitting high looking down from the winter sky Upon the crux where they've sent the Lord's son to die The true Horus the horizon for the sun to rise The Rising Son the time has come the stars aligned The ages of the aeons birthing a brand new time To see the people of the mud get their time to shine The information overload for the fragile minds Overstanding the order for us to organise Synchronise, centralise and start to realise They think the battle of Gods will happen in disguise It's always in plain sight get your brain right Tripolar Express, you're getting on the train right Train of sort, train of thought, training for the sport Try know star, Tripolar All aboard Da Da Da Da Daaa And we the only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now All aboard the Tripolar Express We off the rails and this is how we do away with the stress It's like We got what you want and we The only ones rockin' like this so come rush me now All aboard the Tripolar Express We off the rails and the only thing we're making's a mess Haaa You know what time it is now It's dead time It's take off your head time It's putting all those heads to bed time You know what time it is It's time for the Rising Son The time has come Spitting hot flames until our time is done Listen we're never gonna done You'll never get rid of us We are the Mud We live forever Yeah
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