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Fruit of Knowledge
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Only fade I take's with a shaver Give me a bracelet, I am a raver Lotta folk's dry, better give them lotion Walking in the dark, in search for the potion All that I sew’s Using the thread of the craft How would you know Look at the gift of my flow With a sweet lyrical bow Allow me to step on your toes Also allow an a***ogy Of which I could craft an anthology I'll tell you right now If ken's a cow I'm the brother milking it so to fill the plow Quite content with what fools do flout I'm new on the scene But I've been growing for years Looking like Jack and the bean I am not green ‘Less you’re talking about my Hulk of a flow Then I know what you mеan I scoured desert in thе search for water In the distance, thought I found some But it proved another ruse of Reaper So, in lieu, I drank my rum Sat and watched the sunset Knowing I, of thirst, would die Anon, by night, I was beset And, thus, let out a cry Nocturnal creatures heard my summon Soon I was accompanied By Satan's host of many a demon Who in night were freed I look outside my window And I see the clouds are weeping Crawling ‘cross—a black widow And creatures at the treeline watching Laughin’ Even whilst I’m in the bowels of coffin A dolphin Breathing in the water never coughin’ Morbid Some ideas I’ve a**orted Sordid Are my hands and nails like I wanted Life’s a bull, olé Get it by the horns, eh Lotta people say no way Okay, guess they’re fish in the sea Looking for the shark’s parley I’m an all-conditions flyer And I don’t need a runway I don’t need to run when I got what I want When I’m smoking good kush smoking good marijuana When I pull on the scene with a Cali pound of greens And you b*t*hes trynna make noise I ain’t hear a thing You hoes try to stress me hang up on the ring Industry lil baby but didn’t sell a thing Never my soul cause that’s all I own Taking different pills man I’m so out of control Never alone my demons they roam Throughout my room man I’m feeling so cold Is this really hell man I don’t want to know When your mentally so bad and your mentally so low When your acid trips go bad and your mind go out control Don’t forget about your loved ones that made you feel strong Don’t forget about the homies that would always tag along Cause that’s all you got in this world Thats always wrong
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