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Paranom & Purpose
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So High
Yeah
So
High
All we fiend is a check, power and respect
Freer than a slave
Middle pass to the left
Get
Cash and the rep
Spent it on the fast way to cess
All we fiend is a check, power and respect
Freer than a slave
Middle pass to the left
Get
Cash and the rep
Stress, fast way to death
The overflowin' of the passion from the Netherlands
Flyin' with my Dutchess
Most time that could I ever spend
Pocket full of desert
Pickin' through a carpet blend
Growin' dates every Spring but just to burn where Mary stand
Lord of ring of smoke
Elopin' where the crease began
To the other side of feelin' lower than the beast in man
Override a hidden soldier in a beastly plan
Who polarize
Kill or dyin' over leaky sand
I travel schools of hard pavement on the middle path of gravel
Sayin' fuck babbles and gavels
Don't give a damn
I need to smoke before I croak
But life I understand
A joke
I gotta be my own afloat but still do all I can
High as ibis beaks drippin' ink on Abraham
In Sphinx temples creep three geckos in the blizz
The ratchet in the biz
Rap and latch it from my kids
Hottest boxin' in your doctrine
Not an option to forbid
The meanin' to obscene
Three levels to the dream
Your haters the projections when you wake up to the scheme
Smoke the screen
Mary wetter when her red dress scream
Triple beam
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Aliens that's drownin' in a submarine
I forseen life through literature, readin' in between
Lines that intervene vines
Why you watchin' me relieve mine?
Elohim signs
Souly Bible Al Green shine
4th Chakra open for the messenger to bring wine over
Intertwinin' with Medusa in her gold shrine
Erected with my mind sutra
One of the third kind
Roll light spark the darkness
With more papers than Harvard blow mine
Cause you think the smartest pay for most shine
Caught up in hype but for the spite to take it that far
Milkin' every titty cause the nifty high as rap stars
Hit me with the fat cause
A pasture just to roll lambs
Donuts in the future after grown plans
Yo they say that God soul is 7 grams from an ounce
We livin' on this plane to take the justice to account
Callin' for a new connection, direction to the mount
To say my own confessions
Tend to float up from my mouth
Feelin' fog is the impression, a blessing
Hear me out
For those who born to burn oppression
It's the clearin' to the doubt
Adherin' to the route of engineering of the feelin'
It's appearance in a shout
Inside a world that's quite dimmed out
Atoms on a spin out
Form of the Vesica, Pisces
The light of inner city America
In two ciphers
Double helix the truest nature
Dogon the codon
High as the Canis Major
In a laser, my niggas came for grass around the manger
Just to study, the meaning of the pressure to the labor
My neighbor got raided
Hold his grind as a favor
Just to break up
Mind stated sentences on the wake up
Fast
Just live
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