Take a trip into my unexplored vortex, I draw texts
Instead Drawing techs to hit ya gortex, raw flesh
Tell flex to lay the claymore I'm Boutto Bomb next
I walk a thin line of lost convicts
Broke in real life but gotta rich nigga mindset
Moms said its all I'll ever need to reach conquest
The Blind sword
Men my faction vibe on the same chord
Severed heads of seven under threats like division boards
Me and my cohort battle our poor thoughts
The short dwarfs in court law, they stalk y'all
Bought all my resource
Distorted stories in treaties like old divinci code
Niggas follow mold, feet leaking with clay and dough
The black Allen Poe, pen launches like a catapult
Scattered in a harsh terrain lab rat for data flow, yo
F*ck the green grass, my path a supreme task
To last underneath mass, brass and extreme draft
I see that
His slumber is penetrated, my psyche is thirsting for peace
Brother in the dirt cause he nurses was weak
Further my weeps, depleted Gerbers murdered in churches for cheap
Spilled blood stains the shirt of the priest
Descended of the common sense era
I sit in alone prone in raki pose, eightfold reader rolling a Buddha scroll
The abbot adapted to all forms of aggravation
Blinded hatred only is a mild form of admiration
Through astral evacuation, I occupied through a spectrum of cosmic perfection
Where's there's no oxygen
As I rocketed through this moment of omniscient
My conscious killed my physical image so it was dominant
I landed on a comet, we had conversation
As we blasted through infinite devastation that the flesh created
He said man broke theory of relativity, using negativity to trick lesser entities
We talked for literally eons
As we concluded the devil lasso got us in a loop pursuing resolution
Remain neutral and focus on ya own noodle
That's the only way to let the source of god flow through you...
Ja'king the Divine - MASTER SUN, A TRIP INTO THE INEVITABLE Lyrics
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Take a trip into my unexplored vortex, I draw texts
Instead Drawing techs to hit ya gortex, raw flesh
Tell flex to lay the claymore I'm Boutto Bomb next
I walk a thin line of lost convicts
Broke in real life but gotta rich nigga mindset
Moms said its all I'll ever need to reach conquest
The Blind sword
Men my faction vibe on the same chord
Severed heads of seven under threats like division boards
Me and my cohort battle our poor thoughts
The short dwarfs in court law, they stalk y'all
Bought all my resource
Distorted stories in treaties like old divinci code
Niggas follow mold, feet leaking with clay and dough
The black Allen Poe, pen launches like a catapult
Scattered in a harsh terrain lab rat for data flow, yo
F*ck the green grass, my path a supreme task
To last underneath mass, brass and extreme draft
I see that
His slumber is penetrated, my psyche is thirsting for peace
Brother in the dirt cause he nurses was weak
Further my weeps, depleted Gerbers murdered in churches for cheap
Spilled blood stains the shirt of the priest
Descended of the common sense era
I sit in alone prone in raki pose, eightfold reader rolling a Buddha scroll
The abbot adapted to all forms of aggravation
Blinded hatred only is a mild form of admiration
Through astral evacuation, I occupied through a spectrum of cosmic perfection
Where's there's no oxygen
As I rocketed through this moment of omniscient
My conscious killed my physical image so it was dominant
I landed on a comet, we had conversation
As we blasted through infinite devastation that the flesh created
He said man broke theory of relativity, using negativity to trick lesser entities
We talked for literally eons
As we concluded the devil lasso got us in a loop pursuing resolution
Remain neutral and focus on ya own noodle
That's the only way to let the source of god flow through you...
Instead Drawing techs to hit ya gortex, raw flesh
Tell flex to lay the claymore I'm Boutto Bomb next
I walk a thin line of lost convicts
Broke in real life but gotta rich nigga mindset
Moms said its all I'll ever need to reach conquest
The Blind sword
Men my faction vibe on the same chord
Severed heads of seven under threats like division boards
Me and my cohort battle our poor thoughts
The short dwarfs in court law, they stalk y'all
Bought all my resource
Distorted stories in treaties like old divinci code
Niggas follow mold, feet leaking with clay and dough
The black Allen Poe, pen launches like a catapult
Scattered in a harsh terrain lab rat for data flow, yo
F*ck the green grass, my path a supreme task
To last underneath mass, brass and extreme draft
I see that
His slumber is penetrated, my psyche is thirsting for peace
Brother in the dirt cause he nurses was weak
Further my weeps, depleted Gerbers murdered in churches for cheap
Spilled blood stains the shirt of the priest
Descended of the common sense era
I sit in alone prone in raki pose, eightfold reader rolling a Buddha scroll
The abbot adapted to all forms of aggravation
Blinded hatred only is a mild form of admiration
Through astral evacuation, I occupied through a spectrum of cosmic perfection
Where's there's no oxygen
As I rocketed through this moment of omniscient
My conscious killed my physical image so it was dominant
I landed on a comet, we had conversation
As we blasted through infinite devastation that the flesh created
He said man broke theory of relativity, using negativity to trick lesser entities
We talked for literally eons
As we concluded the devil lasso got us in a loop pursuing resolution
Remain neutral and focus on ya own noodle
That's the only way to let the source of god flow through you...
Writer: Chris Goodwin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid