Lost footage, organic bullets
Guns are plant-based, make the evil man erase
Planet of the apes
Hammer off the safe
Gluten free shooting spree
Black film on paper
Movie features, gangsters, drugs and nudity
Top-cast as my dad, lots of cash and jewelry
Mementos of Jim Crow
I pencil in an intro
The music comes in real slow
“All I Do” by Stevie Wonder
Fading off to Donna Summer
I feel love, table full of drugs
My moms rolling up the vacuum plug
The doorbell buzz, it’s the fuzz
Warrants for my elder sister
Usеd to be our baby sitter
Now she a fеlony committer
It’s hell for niggas
I wish her health was richer
All we had was high street IQs
We read the Bible, I had a high chair view
Right next to me was my nephew
We both there ’til death do
A roach on the wall, window open
Outside, you can hear ‘em playing handball
Down apartments was reggae and dancehall
My eyes kept moving back and forth towards the hanger on the TV ‘cause Spiderman was on
My moms love her whisper songs
And the beat goes on
The lemon and the lime align in my glass of vodka like my chakras
Crown is purple like grape juice
The roots is red like the tip of the blunt on the ganja, passed by the rasta
He blows out the gas, no ethanol
Just stress as he pause
He said, “man, I only accept text messages, no calls,” then blew out what was left in his jaws
Aromatic magic of indica, it’s set in the halls
Then he hit it once, maybe twice more
We row-dawgs so I gave my pour
We dapped to that
We both grew up in a habitat you either bagging crack or it’s battle rap
We grew up where the addicts are at
To catch a vibe, sometimes I travel back
I’m a ritual individual
I walk the street ’til my shadow turns into light and ’til my body becomes invisible
It’s all spiritual
Some call me mystical
Others think I’m mythical
Wait, you’ll never find something like me or nothing identical
For I am original
Guns are plant-based, make the evil man erase
Planet of the apes
Hammer off the safe
Gluten free shooting spree
Black film on paper
Movie features, gangsters, drugs and nudity
Top-cast as my dad, lots of cash and jewelry
Mementos of Jim Crow
I pencil in an intro
The music comes in real slow
“All I Do” by Stevie Wonder
Fading off to Donna Summer
I feel love, table full of drugs
My moms rolling up the vacuum plug
The doorbell buzz, it’s the fuzz
Warrants for my elder sister
Usеd to be our baby sitter
Now she a fеlony committer
It’s hell for niggas
I wish her health was richer
All we had was high street IQs
We read the Bible, I had a high chair view
Right next to me was my nephew
We both there ’til death do
A roach on the wall, window open
Outside, you can hear ‘em playing handball
Down apartments was reggae and dancehall
My eyes kept moving back and forth towards the hanger on the TV ‘cause Spiderman was on
My moms love her whisper songs
And the beat goes on
The lemon and the lime align in my glass of vodka like my chakras
Crown is purple like grape juice
The roots is red like the tip of the blunt on the ganja, passed by the rasta
He blows out the gas, no ethanol
Just stress as he pause
He said, “man, I only accept text messages, no calls,” then blew out what was left in his jaws
Aromatic magic of indica, it’s set in the halls
Then he hit it once, maybe twice more
We row-dawgs so I gave my pour
We dapped to that
We both grew up in a habitat you either bagging crack or it’s battle rap
We grew up where the addicts are at
To catch a vibe, sometimes I travel back
I’m a ritual individual
I walk the street ’til my shadow turns into light and ’til my body becomes invisible
It’s all spiritual
Some call me mystical
Others think I’m mythical
Wait, you’ll never find something like me or nothing identical
For I am original
( Killah Priest )
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