| Holy holy holy kush
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| Listen
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| Ah
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| One time
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| What they be living with a death wish
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| Man I be on some cause and effect shit
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| One way tunnel, get forced to the exit
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| Time don’t stop, can’t pause to just check shit, its hectic
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| Thoughts are collected, reflected, rejected
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| Burn her religiously, words stay further
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| Delve in the mystery, sometimes I sit and think, is it me
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| Spiritually right here, man I got lightyears of history
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| Fight fearing symphony, time synchronistically
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| Imagery imitates art, could a synergy dance
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| Simmered simile, from the city to the Philippines
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| G’s and these scenes get blown into smithereens
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| Want me to kill the pill, really was the guillotine
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| Order lean and got em' slipping like Mr Bean
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| It ain’t' lit like they say light my spliff
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| It’s gets dark quick like an eclipse, side clips
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| All these kids knew my business before I spit and that’s the best bit
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| Live and let live, you best show respect kid
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| I’m the realness reflected
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| Provide the essence of poetic or resurrect it
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| Step into my presence, my essence forever restless
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| Step into my presence, my essence forever restless
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| Holy kush holy kush what you got for me
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| Couldn’t care less what no doctor got for me
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| Vape high grave or die philosophies
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| Words on the page they turn to prophecies
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| Holy kush holy kush what you got for me
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| Couldn’t care less what no doctor got for me
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| Vape high grave or die philosophies
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| Words on the page they turn to prophecies
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| Stare at the screen til' my eyes done bleed
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| Talk on the phone til' it’s right in my head
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| Pray they change that til' coops starts laughing
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| I’m blessed, man I’m fine, I’m aligning with death
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| When it’s my time I sit, recline and I’m flying out my head
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| Don’t cry, in the sky, I am blessed let, iron eye rest
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| You don’t know I done a whole lot, phone the peds, now it’s my time to rest
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| Release stress from my chest with the breath like
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| Inhale, exhale, inexhale, this is next
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| Doing flips direct, if you want I kill the set
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| You know for real that’s always blessed, cos' the feeling is the best
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| I build the heads that leave you chilling with no stress
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| See the smoke signal, helicopters up ahead
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| Yeah my eyes forever red, dodging coppers on block
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| Cos they rob us for the pot, even if it ain’t' a lot
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| Only limited, top shops ever done stock us
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| The ones that know us rock rock, view us proper
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| I make my own deal, it’s real what I offer
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| Lift up the veil and reveal what’s usually locked off
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| Confused when the pop off, gon' hop on or hop off
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| You gotta stay on top of, the wave not drop off
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| Intrinsically linked with the ink
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| I’m a jotter, train spotter, rep the trades
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| Got blitzed with the ink
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| I’m a hop on, effects of a knock on
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| HF’s spot your best, log on or jog on
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| Hit em' when I’m droppin', never hittin' rock bottom
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| For the lost but not forgotten, some we keep this shit rockin'
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| Holy kush holy kush what you got for me
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| Couldn’t care less what no doctor got for me
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| Vape high grave or die philosophies
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| Words on the page they turn to prophecies
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| Holy kush holy kush what you got for me
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| Couldn’t care less what no doctor got for me
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| Vape high grave or die philosophies
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| Words on the page they turn to prophecies |