[Verse 1: Sloo Pharo]
Who's this Sloo, existentially questioning truth
Don't mess with the crew, you're better off with a gentleman's truce
The most retarded intelligent dude, you'll ever get to
Meat, no beef, that's a vegetable soup
I told the boys, if we conquer the game we better be honest
Hopefully our passports to have any felonies on it
So we can hit the rest of the earth, and get festively bonkered
End up on E, like irrelevant celebrity gossip
Thinking of the raps, while munching on coco pops
They buying thousand word pictures, from scripters, call it a photo-shop
Break they're sweet flows, leave them in a bitter silence
Hold the mic, like the doctor who delivered tyson
Mind is like a real asylum, third eye with a tear inside it
Truth hidden, daring me to come near and find it
Fuck the world on it's period, yes please
Flow Moses tear it apart, despite the red sea
Preposterous audio, riding the track on a cane train
Surf the internet, but body-board brainwaves
JHB to PE, it's Sloo plus three
Top of our food chain, restaurant, eat
Think the world is fair, where you at, I'll move countries
Equality gap big as ronaldinho's two front teeth
I'm the last pharoah, managed to slither south
Drink till the liver's drought, flow to the river's mouth
It told me to conquer, I replied I do concur
Even if they give the truth, they still remove some words
But I'mma give it too you crisp, as a madiba bill
Start a revolution for thrills, burn down parliament at will
Because change won't come from your senses and coins
Control our frustrations by remaining senseless yet poised
It may seem quiet at the moment but we prepping the noise
You're boxed mind, may wither, little reference to floyd
Jirrrr, bra, dala what you must
We the bread, Stay Fresh, but come harder than the crust
Trust, and the girls never get bored of me bro
All these bitches want my poll, it's a majority vote
Sickest, got a prescription for beer goggles
I'm near to weird bottles, like Nokia, they finish
Quotable flow, SSB's the reference
Because you know my rap's gon deliver, they 16 and pregnant
Piece of cardboard on tongue, acidic assonance, and rum
Pacing through the flow, like Google how a basilisk runs
If your on wiki now, and your caps holding up
These rappers can't face me, prosopagnosia
Got distracted by society, but I was born focused
Weed is bliss, so fuck ignorance, I'm an informed stoner
And I'm keep tripping on reality, and interpreting back
So you can see how I understand the world and word it in raps
Get the pen splurging in fact, but I'm still cursing because fact
Is, I have no direction, so I'm just learning the map
Fashion, is swagging scruffy, persona of a coconut
Fact is I'm lacking money, guess I'm not vogue enough
To follow these primadonnas in a post-madonna time frame
But this shit's about to change, like the bride's name
21 December, that's the day we dropping it
If we not screaming in the streets, expect you should be copping it
LOAF on the rise, overthrow those hate
Fro in disguise, no it's not a cap it's a cape
Simple Life on the way, Fourth with Force of Sandy
Lyrics by Sloo Pharo. Beat by Roland Ramsey
Who's this Sloo, existentially questioning truth
Don't mess with the crew, you're better off with a gentleman's truce
The most retarded intelligent dude, you'll ever get to
Meat, no beef, that's a vegetable soup
I told the boys, if we conquer the game we better be honest
Hopefully our passports to have any felonies on it
So we can hit the rest of the earth, and get festively bonkered
End up on E, like irrelevant celebrity gossip
Thinking of the raps, while munching on coco pops
They buying thousand word pictures, from scripters, call it a photo-shop
Break they're sweet flows, leave them in a bitter silence
Hold the mic, like the doctor who delivered tyson
Mind is like a real asylum, third eye with a tear inside it
Truth hidden, daring me to come near and find it
Fuck the world on it's period, yes please
Flow Moses tear it apart, despite the red sea
Preposterous audio, riding the track on a cane train
Surf the internet, but body-board brainwaves
JHB to PE, it's Sloo plus three
Top of our food chain, restaurant, eat
Think the world is fair, where you at, I'll move countries
Equality gap big as ronaldinho's two front teeth
I'm the last pharoah, managed to slither south
Drink till the liver's drought, flow to the river's mouth
It told me to conquer, I replied I do concur
Even if they give the truth, they still remove some words
But I'mma give it too you crisp, as a madiba bill
Start a revolution for thrills, burn down parliament at will
Because change won't come from your senses and coins
Control our frustrations by remaining senseless yet poised
It may seem quiet at the moment but we prepping the noise
You're boxed mind, may wither, little reference to floyd
Jirrrr, bra, dala what you must
We the bread, Stay Fresh, but come harder than the crust
Trust, and the girls never get bored of me bro
All these bitches want my poll, it's a majority vote
Sickest, got a prescription for beer goggles
I'm near to weird bottles, like Nokia, they finish
Quotable flow, SSB's the reference
Because you know my rap's gon deliver, they 16 and pregnant
Piece of cardboard on tongue, acidic assonance, and rum
Pacing through the flow, like Google how a basilisk runs
If your on wiki now, and your caps holding up
These rappers can't face me, prosopagnosia
Got distracted by society, but I was born focused
Weed is bliss, so fuck ignorance, I'm an informed stoner
And I'm keep tripping on reality, and interpreting back
So you can see how I understand the world and word it in raps
Get the pen splurging in fact, but I'm still cursing because fact
Is, I have no direction, so I'm just learning the map
Fashion, is swagging scruffy, persona of a coconut
Fact is I'm lacking money, guess I'm not vogue enough
To follow these primadonnas in a post-madonna time frame
But this shit's about to change, like the bride's name
21 December, that's the day we dropping it
If we not screaming in the streets, expect you should be copping it
LOAF on the rise, overthrow those hate
Fro in disguise, no it's not a cap it's a cape
Simple Life on the way, Fourth with Force of Sandy
Lyrics by Sloo Pharo. Beat by Roland Ramsey
( Sloo Pharo )
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