Lyrics:
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin
Duel of the iron mics
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are
Well I gotta bike & that bitch on chrome
With a built in 2-way motorola phone
I wear the nights cause my reeboks torn (soooo serious)
(Mack 10)
see
more blood be shed
upon this divinity 2x
Chorus :
the island, were once
a place of serenity
divided by demise
thats shows cruelty
Dbeat :
two for the literal, in-between the syllables
Mental states are steady when the mirror faces you
And take three to burn trees, spiritually high steez
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the p's
And fuckin' fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sure the skilled poets
Within in
subtract nine
The grass is never greener
Keep it 10 and 2
All down the line
Break before you finish
And you better finish
All that you got
One by one
Race
Only keep the realest and the trillest by me
Sippin on wok
While I’m eating Chinese
Russian backwoods
Yeah I’m smoking on trees
We can
Verse 1:
Darkness, I know you by name
Blinded by your voice again
Prehook:
Little bird don't try to kiss the sun
Stay between the trees where you
Two gen fives they stuffed right in my purple jeans
These bitches way too tight, I can't een put a dub in these
My lil bro slide with ARP, he swing
(That bitch is more for the)
I don't need handouts, I put my own self on the map
I get it by any means (I get it by any means)
Searching and searching, I
Sippin healthy I got wock in my smoothie (wocky slush)
I got zotti for days I'm smoking trees on trees no Daisugi
Planet Boot 2 you better get a jay
Bitch
Passing them tests by smoking them trees
You're spilling your guts with you on your knees
Gotta go to therapy, but it's therapy
Gotta go to therapy, cuz
I be high.
Having good times,
Still the kiefy, leefy
Get me by...
Why?
(Closing Hook 2X)
I'm the green pope,
clways toking on the dope smoke.
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
What's the topic? I drop it
Fuck around then leave them all concussed
When I bust, no thrust, this world we
won't have teeth
When you reach ninety two.
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by
won't have teeth
When you reach ninety two.
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by
you
I walk along the street we used to walk
Two by two, lovers pass
And as they're passing by, I could die
'Cause you're not here with me
Now
over losing you
I walk along the street we used to walk
Two by two, lovers pass
And as they're passing by, I could die
'Cause you're not here with
block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
Def
don't grow on trees
And she tries to put a smile upon her face
As the DJ calls her up to the stage
She goes by another name
And hides behind
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
tell your pops I said, 'What's up, nigga'?""
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Oh, and by the way, I like a well done souffle
Sit up under the stars, nice view
a poison cancer Up steps I found in the woods, above trees into moon lit skies, A flare melts off my balls, as ordered by my secrete fairy dancers Blood
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