T.P.H.T.P.

By Jeezuschrist

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[Verse 1]

Blood of my starved ancestors

That shit enriches me

Needle sharp rhymes sewin' your minds

With stitches, see

A lyrical epiphany

In GED consistency

I'm deeper than the sea

And I'm hittin' tree

Thrillingly and brilliantly

Killing all the misery

I'm changin' history

Eliminate the sleaze

With the steaze when I speak

Growin' meat?

Bitch, please

You've been spreading disease like grease on a beach

All using genocide to stimulate peace

War is a beast

Plaguing the west as well as middle east

Somalia burns while we grow obese in this culture of sheep

So I hope you fucking cease and retreat from overseas

Cuz we have needs

Desperate single mothers that can't afford the lease

Peaceful pot growers who deserve to be released

We're just icing on the shit that's underneath

Our feet

Freedom ain't free and the taste ain't sweet

So we lace that beat with grace in the street

And clouds of weed

Never turn a cheek

Or surrender or retreat

Cuz we secure the deed

In the feed, fighting greed

Like every tan Carib

Whose hands were cleaved

And left to bleed

Cuz the gold that they freed

Weighed a seed and not a fucking mountain

What a challenge

But the righteous never lose their balance

We are valiant stallions on the foul-list

But our prowess allows us to overcome you cowards

Like my homie Jack Bauer

So fuck yo fucking leaders cuz the pencils have the power