Chillin' out, vibe low and slow,

Dogs on the hunt when Pops is in the hole.

Mutki, Mutki, Mutka – dead serious, yo,

Clouded minds local, like grannies with no dough.

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Heavy bug on my back, feels like a curse,

Kicks all beat, walked miles in reverse.

Billboard fame? Nah, same gang, we immerse,

Dive in the cut, take the dirt, life's a hearse.

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Mutki, Mutki, Mutki

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Don't front in the hoods, my crew dispersed,

This grind's a loop, playing out the worst.

Parties and trends? We ain't thirsty,

Posted in dim light, chillin' from the start.

Come any closer, evil jaws will depart.

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We breed the rarest kind, hidden with a smart,

Crime calls the ill, the soul's broken apart.

Anita's on dial, what is a choice?

You can do nothing with a smart and a choice.

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Mutki, Mutki, Mutki

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Now fall down in the deepest sea,

And forget, for the rest of all time, what land is.

Only, don't think in the deepest sea:

We are one within yourself, (self)

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Mutki, Mutki, Mutki