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Prepare to fly, fasten your seat belts, I prepare to sing now,...



Black is the colour of my alleycat soul, it is to blame for my will to roll, Black is the colour of an alleycat soul, it is to blame for my will to stroll Alleycats with a brand new concept Alleycats with a brand new soundset DO NOT BREAK YOUR HEAD



Yes I'm an alleycat that's the way I am, the strolling alleycat yes that's me, you can diss me but never tell me that I need therapy. I'm an alleycat and I got a black soul, it is to blame for my will to stroll, I don't stroll alone my whole alleycat family is with me, you don't have to run and you don't have to flee, I'm an alleycat but I'm not your enemy, I'm the one who show you my new concept, I'm the one who rolls with a brand-new soundset.



Where my cats at, where my pussycats at, the alleycat family is on its way, the alleycat family is on the run, we are strolling into the sun



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Yes I'm an alleycat, I never step back (Yes I'm an alleycat) I never step back from my microphone (You wanna diss me) which I rock from the first to the last tone, I never step back from my microphone, (You think I need therapy) I need it to rock rhymes right down the line, I need it to rock rhymes from a-z, until nothing is left inside my head.



As an alleycat I need to - As an alleycat I need to roll, As an alleycat I need to - As an alleycat I need to stroll, As an alleycat I need to - As an alleycat I need to strive, As an alleycat I got, nine lives, nine lives



Yes I'm an alleycat what's the problem, I don't bite and I don't fight, the only fight I fight is the fight with the words. I fight with words like cats with birds, you don't have to run and you don't have to hide, no one gets hurt when I fight with the words, this is my fight, no one is included, this is my ride but you are invited, as an alleycat I let the good times roll, as an alleycat I really need to stroll, yes I'm an alleycat with a new concept, this is my next step, this is my next lap, all I wanna do is make your bones clap, all I wanna see is that you move your neck.



Where my cats at, where my pussycats at, the alleycat family is on a trip, golden are the times as long as we stroll, we let the good times roll.



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