Ayo my orisha lead

Wine and reefer leaf

On my leisurely;

Make the blind see

Break a limb off a tief

Ain't no trees and benches, so it looked bugged

Thorough sentences give you a good buzz

It wasn't made for you, we knew what it was

My great grandmother born from the plantation

Curse you; eternal damnation

The plugged in could understand my translation

You ain't from my land; you brought the starvation

They imitate my formation

I bring the flood

My inner monologue give me nudge

I blink and blow the building into sludge

Could eat off of my slate it ain't a smudge

No boo, i don't rumble. fuck the grudge

I don't give a darn, i don't a give a fudge

Blood on my apron

Ain't no mistake on what i'm draped in

My twelve really thirty two