Mangku 11

Hillside hell raisers

Bandemic blood squad

On the dune of solitude

As far as I can reach God

Nod away, barely hanging

Funny face, fancy drugs

Mean mug, pussy thugs

Blind shaft, vicious dogs

This man on a mission, road to the stars

Million dollar baby, they don't think 'bout past

Shadow playing any mirrors of the soul

Hourglass, switchblades

Picture perfect, fireworks, get 'em large

2 day, 4 sale, decide to eat the cheese

Cold cut, don't make a whole fuss, I've disagreed

Over gold dust rolled up

She love to soul jack, got a whole stack

She bumpin' Bojack, don't need that hoe back

Push-ups on the apartment roof

Silent pistols, sharp suits

Abandoned minds speaking truth

Mad monk lost again

Forgotten son with fumbled plans

I took a chance on who I am

Detached, living amongst the harmony

I'm balanced in between

Sekala and the world above the seven seas

The Third Supreme

Temple faces Mount Agung

Gung Mangku, the awaited priest

Sacrificed his scenic seat

For better reach in higher fleets

Where'd he go? No show and tell?

Cemeteries shredding tears

Couple years since God and I

Have spoken fears with open ears

Mindfree, God speed, grass green

Surreal scenes, no dreams

Quite God-like, empty prayers

Hands up for the non-believer

The flag stands tall, it's up all night

I've been stalked by the moon

I've been smoked by the fire

I've been cussed out the room

I've been right by the riots

Leavin' love outta ties

Only known up above, blessed

Give 'em reach, give 'em hope

Pick your heart apart, test

From the Alps, bike down

Scenic seats, deadlock on ground

Turn the page, hit a rock, fell through

So dark, part of him is gone

Never seen again

Reporting back live

Defined the kind of type of man

Blindfolded

Gamble ten, winning strong

Believe the Z's, dreamt it all before

Back when he was leading PG of the team

It's eleven, one like God, one like man.