Royal Stoned (feat. Smitty Spits & Daisy Chains)

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Pariah

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Let me tell you where I came from
I was raised in a place called Royal Stone 
The trees creak in the breeze, like the sound of the coywolf crackin' the bones
We eatin' game year round at home
Prime cut was hunted or raised by our own
We got bobcats, bear, and deer running
The trees tell me secrets and the stars look stunning 
Central Mass raised, up in the woods
Mama loves her babies, yeah she raised us good
She was one of eight, born with the greatest mind
A strong willed tough woman, but she's always kind
Grandad was a farming man
You feel the strength in his grip when he shakes your hand
Up the dirt road, where the farm still stands
We ain't got no cows in the fields of Deland, no more
Some changed, a lot are the same
The cousins are older, new kids, new names
But we remember where we came from
I'm back to my roots, smoking homegrown in the sun
I love this little town, it formed my youth
Now I'm back in my hometown, search for truth
In the field where we walk and the crops grow high
Lightning bug shine like the moonlit sky
Birth of a new hope, it sparks my mind
Burn a candle for my people and we praise the Nine

My road ain't paved, I'm slave to none
The leaves are changing where the whitetail run
In the Stone, Ninth Order living under the sun
Rolling green with the Queen
We bow to none, Hails!
We been living like this for a long time
In the backwoods, red wine and raw rhymes
Hip hop is worldwide 
Putting Mass on the map, Slum flag unfurled high

Home, Lead me Home
Take me back down Royal Stone

Be grateful for where you came from
Forget the pain that you've been holding in as ransom
Never forget, 'cause you can't change where you came from
Quiet, witty, Smitty, yeah that's me but I'm dangerous
Bust ass, talk is cheap
Empath so I hear you in the lies you speak
Small woodland city OGs
And my Mama Giavanna Milazzo raised me
Hustlin' hard just to make ends meet
From Florida to Mass, I appreciate the cold and the heat
Stay laughing, I'm a massive nuisance
Passing fast facts for the ruthless
Central Mass samurai, stoned and toothless
False leg, but no false words, I used it
Slum flag wavin', peace to Wolf Packs
Clintel diamond, I'm patient
Release the light, despite the bite back of life
The pace is a race if you make it right
Don't let it take you, let it guide you
At least that's what me and mine do

My road ain't paved, I'm slave to none
The leaves are changing where the whitetail run
In the Stone, Ninth Order living under the sun
Rolling green with the Queen
We bow to none, Hails!
We been living like this for a long time
In the backwoods, red wine and raw rhymes
Hip hop is worldwide 
Putting Mass on the map, Slum flag unfurled high

Home, Lead me Home
Take me back down Royal Stone

We used to party in the cabin up at Royalston falls
Open mic at the Town Hall, smoking on the stone wall
Still got a landline, tough for phone calls
Bad service, that's just one of the shortfalls 
That's why the folk strapped, ready for danger
That's why we ain't afraid of the stranger 
Cuz there ain't no help coming when that shit goes down
30 aught 6, that's the talk of the town
Drop the predator, f*ck every competitor
All I need is one clean take, no editor
In the lab, polishing the Gold Casket shine 
The Ninth Order backwoods mastermind
Dissolute fam got an Axe to grind
Step back and listen to the blast design
Find me sittin' and spittin' out on the Birch Knoll Dam 
Cruising to Norcross, ride with fam
Then it's back to the general store
Jim Beam and red wine running
Yeah, we buying some more
Harvest time coming, and we flying for sure
Dank Alumni finding the cure
For the blues that we face when this place is grey
Swingin' down to the Delta when I'm away
Peace to my people, yeah we're finding a way
To bring back the sunlight for a brighter day

My road ain't paved, I'm slave to none
The leaves are changing where the whitetails run
In the Stone, Ninth Order living under the sun
Rolling green with the Queen
We bow to none, Hails!
We been living like this for a long time
In the backwoods, red wine and raw rhymes
Hip hop is worldwide 
Putting Mass on the map, Slum flag unfurled high

Home, lead me home
Take me back down Royal Stone

You can find my people up in the stand
Bow drawn back, man, wind be damned
Mama's in the woods, stalking fresh kill
This is Royal Stone life, it ain't done for the thrill
I taste the blood in my backwoods flow
I smell the bud where the medicine grow
I fight for the light that's inside underneath the pride you despise
It ain't nothing but a guise 
By the light of the moon and the Fireflies
I'm drawn to the path where the left hand guides
A year full of passion and pain
Back to the roots where I found my name
Stone Road lead me home, wherever I roam
Home grown sweet smoke wherever I go
Royal Stoned, Order of the Nine
Kept the name alive
Til my last breath I will fight for mine

My road ain't paved, I'm slave to none
The leaves are changing where the whitetails run
In the Stone, Ninth Order living under the sun
Rolling green with the Queen
We bow to none, Hails!
We been living like this for a long time
In the backwoods, red wine and raw rhymes
Hip hop is worldwide 
Putting Mass on the map, Slum flag unfurled high

Home, lead me home
Take me back down Royal Stone

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