[VERSE 1: RED PILLAR]
The earth is gifting Us
Holy ghost is lifting Us
Fists to cuffs this Leviticus
I got toads from Arizona
I got loads of Marijuana
Madagascar Tracy Chapman
Had a Fast Car Why They Mad at NASCAR
Luminescent surrounded by the light
Lunar crescents
You would think i was a grower
Thinker and doer
You would think I was a knower Rocky Balboa
Surrounded by so much water
You would think I was Noah
They invoking Stokely
Spoke to Steve Cokely
Hopefully the Coke Boys
Disturbing the peace
Makin noise in the hood
Had a word with the priest
Bout the birds & the bees
Making noise in the hood
And then they merged with the beast
And poisoned the hood
Started hangin with The Boyz N The Hood
Playing wit them toys in hood
Oh boy my Old earth was furious
Treating Ol boy Like Dough Boy
Blue wuz Ricky
Walk thru the valleys of death
Up alleys and steps
Were Cats wit Nine Lives
Got neutered quickly
Back streets where we blew the sticky
The ops pulled up & blew the blicky
I had my shooters wit me
Computers wit me
Hail Mary they threw the fifty
Three shots went thru the Dicky
True religions got Buddha wit me
Divine intervention it’s moving with me
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me like Scooter Libby
I Killed all my doppelgängers
Wit a copper hanger
Dropped him off in Chicago
In a box of bangers
We opened up these portals to mere mortals
We let the citizens in
You would think they was addicted to the Ritalin
Ralph Emerson told us that man was Invisible
Ralph Lauren showed us that man is divisible
The American dream and it’s standards are physical
Standing on stolen land in your lizard shoes
Land of the whimsical
We are not the same
Niggas found you from a hashTag
Niggas found you In a trash bag
Niggas found you on a smash grab
The baby spitting
Read you a bedtime story
Bitch I’m baby sittin
Katy Griffin baby Pippen
Mercedes drifting
My fingers they was sticky
I turned down the pussy
Bcuz the swingers they was sixty
You in the eye of the public
You outspoken you out loccin
You in the eye of the republic
You out woke an’ from South Oakland
The guys at Republic wanna getchu published
Take you outta the crab barrel
And sit you above it beloved
Then snatch your covering
And then snatch your publishing
And attach your other Twin like Hudlin
Wash me from my sins & my other Jinns
More spins yeah your streams are doubling
You got fiends out in Dublin
The teens & the covenants
Screaming your government
Found the genes and it’s troubling
Influencing the influential
To put the mask on like influenzas