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Treehouse
by Anti-Game
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If you step to Left and V’s treehouse
Heed the sign in the leaves you’ll see it reads
Wack emcees: Keep out!
No longer wee sprouts, can't believe we've matured
While others burned, a blur of growth spurts birthed learned firs
Undeterred when absurd things occur
With each somber spring, assured their stings bring rings earned
We’ve turned our attention to the forest from the trees
From cutting down to getting down on bended knee to plant seed
We understand man’s needs need plans B and C
Feeling antsy when we can’t seem to make life can’t grant the grand dream
So we’ve planned a grand scheme, planted the damn tree, a species
That will grow to be the evergreen L and V team
Speaking metaphorically will branch out and leave your crew defunct
With just a wee chunk of the rap sap we extract from our tree trunk g-funk
Throwing shade from the boughs of our treehouse
Whose roots reach out
From the Midwest to the edge of the deep South
Spout wack raps? We shout:
Weak steez emcees make like trees and leave
Peace out!
Honing skills in the treehouse, where wisdom seeps out
We sit and sip sap at the tip top, loving hip hop, wearing flip flops
Every drip drop of blood, sweat, and tears
Reappears and rings clear as music to your ears
These here wack rap hacks are not tough acts to follow
They’re all bark; their logs are all cracked and hollow
Containing no content; a shell of rotten nonsense
Constant incompetence creates a costly lost sense
Of what’s honestly quality and actually good
We carved a boom bap bat from I wish you wood
Vishnu would swing it. Leftwrite will sing it
We think before we shed leaves and we still bring it
Vishnu’s the woodsman. You better axe somebody
Chopping samples and cutting tracks til his stumps are bloody
Listen buddy, better climb down, it’s time to rhyme now
Better yet, leap out and keep out. Peace out! Be out our treehouse!
Heads in the canopy, feet on the ground
Co-Tree-E-Os, and our business is sound
Try to lumberjack our style but you can't strip our crowns
We stand tall (Timber!) while they all fall down
If you step to Left and V’s treehouse
Heed the sign in the leaves you’ll see it reads
Wack emcees: Keep out!
No longer wee sprouts, can't believe we've matured
While others burned, a blur of growth spurts birthed learned firs
Undeterred when absurd things occur
With each somber spring, assured their stings bring rings earned
We’ve turned our attention to the forest from the trees
From cutting down to getting down on bended knee to plant seed
We understand man’s needs need plans B and C
Feeling antsy when we can’t seem to make life can’t grant the grand dream
So we’ve planned a grand scheme, planted the damn tree, a species
That will grow to be the evergreen L and V team
Speaking metaphorically will branch out and leave your crew defunct
With just a wee chunk of the rap sap we extract from our tree trunk g-funk
Throwing shade from the boughs of our treehouse
Whose roots reach out
From the Midwest to the edge of the deep South
Spout wack raps? We shout:
Weak steez emcees make like trees and leave
Peace out!
Honing skills in the treehouse, where wisdom seeps out
We sit and sip sap at the tip top, loving hip hop, wearing flip flops
Every drip drop of blood, sweat, and tears
Reappears and rings clear as music to your ears
These here wack rap hacks are not tough acts to follow
They’re all bark; their logs are all cracked and hollow
Containing no content; a shell of rotten nonsense
Constant incompetence creates a costly lost sense
Of what’s honestly quality and actually good
We carved a boom bap bat from I wish you wood
Vishnu would swing it. Leftwrite will sing it
We think before we shed leaves and we still bring it
Vishnu’s the woodsman. You better axe somebody
Chopping samples and cutting tracks til his stumps are bloody
Listen buddy, better climb down, it’s time to rhyme now
Better yet, leap out and keep out. Peace out! Be out our treehouse!
Heads in the canopy, feet on the ground
Co-Tree-E-Os, and our business is sound
Try to lumberjack our style but you can't strip our crowns
We stand tall (Timber!) while they all fall down
