Fastest Man Alive (Remix)

[Hook: Baskara Putra]
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!

[Verse 1: Cosmicburp]
Blue lights, move fast, tie those shoes tight
Get your camera rolling, get it zoomed right
Ain't no one praying for you, no Gesundheit
Infecting the youth's mind just like the flu type
Things go over your head when it's roof-like
The kings get dethroned when he's nggak berguna
Pink hooded I come for a new nuance
Like a comfortable truant, so ignorant it's gruesome
In a pig eat pig world, need the bigger picture
Dead guy be headlining, sleazy trigger finger
Head high now you're in the headlight
Red dot on the frontal lobe
Soul be eroded 'fore the truth be told
Sold be the building, no walls to vandalize
No witness testifying, they come with stapled eyes
Couldn't run forever, no place left to hide
But one can fantasize to be the fastest man alive

[Hook: Baskara Putra]
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!

[Verse 2: Baskara Putra]
Never ask my age babe VIP access
Don't I ask my lover well I digress
Don't tell my God if you can't guess
Gonna sell some guns to some odd tooth fairy
Engagement rings for feminists who just wouldn't marry
Give a laugh for Pandji who's just not funny
I'll write down any lines necessary

[Pre-Chorus: Baskara Putra]
Just to reach my chorus
My words outrun forest
Let's make one big unrest

[Hook: Kanina]
Die, die!
Motherfucker die!
Huh

[Verse 3: Aknostra]
One spliff a day so I can keep the evil away
Move bitch, get the fuck outta my way
As a man, on my word, I will stand
And I'm so picky, I don't shake too many hands
Keep bitching out, I like the way you look, fool
Keep moving, even though my belly is already full
Errrstep I take is a win because I own the rules
Make breads with halal dough, then paid my mama's dues
1-3-1-2, fuck 'em, they will never catch me
And y'all never reach me because I can see what y'all can't see
Still dripping sauce, only with the '70s
When everybody with J1 but looks ain't comfy on their feet
I'm the type to talk to the skies
That's why I don't run, yeah I rather fly
I've been chilling all the time, why you still left behind?
Aye, you know what?
Y'all better die, motherfucker!