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Harvested power
- The flyest wine sipper; the slyest swine snipper
- Ase Spumalte liquor, Selassie philosophy gripper
- Ride high on blue dyed hides of lively llamas
- Slide lye to dudes, collide minds with Dalai Lama
- Grinding up Aspirin in Aspen deep in the Aston
- The girls attracted, we ascend and pass it
- We hold up chrome barrels, don’t ever pose arrows
- A cold Pharoahe with gold within my bone marrow
- Inclusion is the purest art of peer pressure
- Abusin’ is endurin’ the parts of who’s mere better
- When you should be focusin’ on how to steer cheddar
- Not all times is the turning wheel the most clever
- At the end it’s the humans who push forth the lever
- I hate to argue about who the fuck is rappin better
- I create and my art disproves all you jappin’ jesters
- Through bodily stress, I had to use eperisone
- But your flesh to my flesh pales in comparison
- My life is so insane, so insane
- I can’t seem to find meaning
- My art I’ve made, the art I’ve changed
- The stars in paint, the world is getting darker
- Shine a light at me, the artists and martyrs
- The harvesters of power, I don’t allow
- Your spirits to invade my mind, I’m devout
- Being churched as child can kill your brain
- The birth of the pain from being religiously slain
- Is different amongst all your sisters and brothers
- Some just wanna sin and continue to blunder
- Some brothers were choked in Biblical covers
- So what’s the difference, one that’s inescapable
- Abused, used, to another who wants to blaze a few
- It is isn’t sustainable and many people will say
- That these words are frayed, my views and ways
- Are the reason for pain and suffering we sustain
- Sayin’ that I believe the religion should be forced
- Wrong, that’s a system that left the first western culture hoarse
- You jesting vultures mission is to make people suffer
- Under their own sword and knives they’ve yet to discover
- The highschool life, “the popular life is all of that”
- I ain’t that, I’m a pure scholar studying Almanac
- My life is so insane, so insane
- I can’t seem to find meaning
- My art I’ve made, the art I’ve changed
- The stars in paint, the world is getting darker
- Shine a light at me, the artists and martyrs
- The harvesters of power, I don’t allow
- Your spirits to invade my mind, I’m devout
- Some of my raps touch on the fact Catholics have slayed
- The ideas of beliefs the Indigenous people have made
- I can hear my wack ancestors screeching from their grave
- Hating the fact a Catholic like me is able to say
- That we were in the wrong, muddying the lakes
- With blood from the so called “Indians” they would trade
- For money or for some type of purpose for a pay
- That I can recognize the ripe mistakes we’ve made
- So where we go from here, will my ancestors sway
- Or continue life in the grave haunting my page
- Til I succumb to the thumbs of the evilest ways
- Nah, the pen calligrapher will never easily change
- It’s me against the men who challenge my range
- Me against the nuns who abused for repentance
- That ain’t fun, using the church as a vessel for pittance
- The righteous ain’t welcome in it
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