[Intro]

Honestly, who would've thought?

The persona-

Of Bapuman, bein' the other sense of duality

Would say such vile things? (Haha)

[Verse 1]

Who knew that the healer would have the bloodiest hands?

Treatin' the deep, but now they'd act, inappropriately

Sendin' a prayer to God, hope He's understand that I'm the gushiest

The Bapuman' is how I'd smoke, not to big but still notoriously

Never had validation, used to be in desperation (Uhm)

'Till I accepted life's gratification, of delayed and instant-pollination

To the mind of a hive, ensure that I've got to strive

Because I'd live by a grain of sand, existant to contrieve

And I'd hope that it's pertained, 'stead of bein' entertained

Because, we'd live in a world of bullshit that individuals would foreplay

Open your pupils, and know your place because you'd pay

On the judgements of pendin' positions beyond Heaven Gates (Mhm)

Abundance that I was laced, in the inhibitions from a young age

But now, is realization that God's love is a real-drug, I'd take

He'd allure my deeds, keepin' the tie on my collars to be straight

That the Devil's idealisation tides in diminution, guess this is my Eternal Atake

[Chorus]

Used to be the Symere Woods, in rollin' of Honey Bourbon

To seek the turban of bein' up, but heavy on its dependance (Uh)

But that's panace, in metaphorically on catchin' some bodies

File 'em in the library, and release 'em, if they'd dare to tempt me

Please, don't want transgressors on my property

They'd get that angels wit' filthy souls, 'cock up the rifle

Bein' the Rambo, 'a professor' on that high accuracy

That's Indo, so keep the change, you filthy animal (Let's go)

[Verse 2]

They'd ask the persona of, "Bapu'" if it's Ghandi's peace

Whilst they're a loaded piece, is it to be protective?

Exactly, it's to secure as it was formulated from my traumas'

The duality that I'd endure, 'chlorinated for the sonata'

As I'd walk in the moonlight, the columbian for my solitude

Though, my past's a harbinger, so if I was you; don't pull the trigger

That's a harpoon line, 'till skin's burgundian and in parvitude

So, keep it trismus if it's 'bout me, and mind yo' business

I don't need yo' negativity, if you'd sheep for pistols

Ain't your own man? Keep it moving and jus' follow the system

You ain't down for a 'tan to be irregular, whilst I'd Chop Suey

I've had brothers servin' prisons, but that doesn't hurt wisdom

So, why would I crown to bein' the toughest, the roughest; bein' cruelly?

Honestly, it's embarrassing in pretendin' to be, somebody

Though, the environmental 'caused splits to my personality, don't mix

The dark and light cannot merge, that's shits wit' a pride bein' 6ix' (Uh)

One side kills pedos and creep-os in mentals, whilst the other settles 'the fire

As it's been abandoned by society, in how they've been treating, "me"

[Chorus]

I'd speak the truths wit' broken teeths, that's the determines

To seek the turban of bein' up, but heavy on my abundance' (Uh)

But that's panace, in metaphorically on catchin' some bodies

File 'em in the library, and release 'em, if they'd dare to tempt me

Please, don't want transgressors on my property

They'd get that angels wit' filthy souls, 'cock up the rifle

Bein' the Rambo, 'a professor' on that high accuracy

That's Indo, so keep the change, you filthy animal (Haha)

[Verse 3]

Now, that other side isn't, "here lies" but in realms of privacy

As God doesn't like the 'spotlight in where individuals would be

Clearly, He don't want me wild, the upside' smiles from Lucy'

HD, but He'd want me to live, and strive 'outside the tomfoolery (Uh)

Sincerely, I'm not my traumas' but there's paranoia'

And that's merged wit' being aware as a singular, human bein'

Hopefully, Heaven's still a home for me and not the ganja-

From the burns of Hell, there's jus' no options of fleein'

Uhm, I've been in the admirin' of creativity, such as these poetries

Where I'd scramble in riddles, that's vigils towards what my mind pictures

From the projection of my thoughts, and I'd say it on the spots

Bein' the section of Polka Dots, that I've grew up with on the 'tots

It's too many times I've fought, on shit I wasn't taught

Where was the Ma' and Pops? Arguin' of money and drugtons'

But I've always have God, so may He guide me furthermore?

As I don't want to be gone, into bein' the Bapu persona' once more (Uh)

[Outro]

Mhm

Let's go