Jan 7
Yo most looking for Zeus, holding the lightning rod,
Men disguised as women, now aint that odd,
They call it hate, i call it gods fate, testing every sense of measure, til we in a crate,
Wait,
I still wear my FuBu,
Let knowledge be born, so i can show you,
These real tools, not talking about guns, im speakin' mathematics linguistics, as an outcome,
Born a scientist, they keep denying this, pressure applied, no need for magnifyin' this,
I burn every evil sample, step to gods son, ya might get trampled,
Under the heavenly gates, my kingdom awaits,
Linked with my dead folks, let it cogitate, relate,
Only to the old school, mix it together,
With the new school, liquor kickin' like a mule,
Played a fool, once never seen twice, threw away the ice,
Rebuilt myself now im feelin' nice,
No therapy I just found myself,
Focus on wisdom, and exercise my wealth,
Country going to crazy, they say im lazy,
Play me never, light my Gurka cigar, with the Chilites backing me up in the car,
Me and my wife, reminiscing under the stars, like do they know who we are, far from afar,
I stay away from a bunch of mess,
Peep these devils in a dress, much success, minus the stress
Have ya ever seen dead man cry,
Or pig fly across the skies,
Why ask why,
The dearly depart, cracked open my eyes,
Sitting on my conscience like a sty,
And don't ask me,
Why I'm feelin' shady, slim chances
Cuz these devils, got many advances,
I choose the narrow way,
Instead steppin' to Broadway,
What glorious days, enlightened over the darkest days,
Don't ignore what I say, each and every night I pray,
To the god above,
Close my eyes, and let my spirit rise above,
All the ******* that loves,
Push come shove,
It's money in the neighborhood,
They say it's all good,
I'm getting robbed by my folks,
Then say we all good,
Rock the emblem BLM, but Malcolm and Martin was here,
They wouldn't be feelin' them,
Led us to a burning house hold, politicians with same stories is told,
Can't play God,
And not expect a consequence,
Got my critics on the edge of a fence,
Don't quench,
Ain't no Gatorade in my blood, let spiritual physical in the form a tug,
Men disguised as women, now aint that odd,
They call it hate, i call it gods fate, testing every sense of measure, til we in a crate,
Wait,
I still wear my FuBu,
Let knowledge be born, so i can show you,
These real tools, not talking about guns, im speakin' mathematics linguistics, as an outcome,
Born a scientist, they keep denying this, pressure applied, no need for magnifyin' this,
I burn every evil sample, step to gods son, ya might get trampled,
Under the heavenly gates, my kingdom awaits,
Linked with my dead folks, let it cogitate, relate,
Only to the old school, mix it together,
With the new school, liquor kickin' like a mule,
Played a fool, once never seen twice, threw away the ice,
Rebuilt myself now im feelin' nice,
No therapy I just found myself,
Focus on wisdom, and exercise my wealth,
Country going to crazy, they say im lazy,
Play me never, light my Gurka cigar, with the Chilites backing me up in the car,
Me and my wife, reminiscing under the stars, like do they know who we are, far from afar,
I stay away from a bunch of mess,
Peep these devils in a dress, much success, minus the stress
Have ya ever seen dead man cry,
Or pig fly across the skies,
Why ask why,
The dearly depart, cracked open my eyes,
Sitting on my conscience like a sty,
And don't ask me,
Why I'm feelin' shady, slim chances
Cuz these devils, got many advances,
I choose the narrow way,
Instead steppin' to Broadway,
What glorious days, enlightened over the darkest days,
Don't ignore what I say, each and every night I pray,
To the god above,
Close my eyes, and let my spirit rise above,
All the ******* that loves,
Push come shove,
It's money in the neighborhood,
They say it's all good,
I'm getting robbed by my folks,
Then say we all good,
Rock the emblem BLM, but Malcolm and Martin was here,
They wouldn't be feelin' them,
Led us to a burning house hold, politicians with same stories is told,
Can't play God,
And not expect a consequence,
Got my critics on the edge of a fence,
Don't quench,
Ain't no Gatorade in my blood, let spiritual physical in the form a tug,
