Xénothecreator
Mahayana
It seem like every song I make
Is reminiscing bout them old days
This walk I take to learn the lessons
Been a long one but
I hit the bong and move along to write the songs
Cuz it's only thing that's keeping me calm within the belly of the beast
Need some release and I ain't got enough to lease a beat
So imma hit the free for profit
Gotta start somewhere right
Four years in the game and I know that I'm still a novice to knowledge of flipping off of the stage
Surfing crowds in a haze with speakers blowing the bass
Mic all in ya face
N***a let me rap my heart out to ya
Near the winter solstice it get dark out sooner
Villains keepin pokers in the park at 2 in the morning
And how I know is cuz I never be snoring
I couldn't sleep if I wanted so my mind just be going to hella places it shouldn't
Saying all the shit I said I wouldn't but a n***a had his foot in the door for a while now
And it's about time that he found his style among the piles of bodies
Made of up broken egos and false heroes
And from the the wreckage and the fire he rose
Took a couple years but now I'm here and I ain't going back
Remember adolescence n***as steppin them loaded gats
I was way too lost inside my head to fuckin go to class
I was really down upon my luck I couldn't go for that
So when I graduated I made haste to start the paper chase
Every couple months a brand new job could never take a break
Momma told me gotta get college maybe Georgia State
Instead I moved to Florida wit my dogs to make to the fuckin tape
Living like a rockstar drugs in my system on the daily
Roll up that gelato with the acid goin crazy
Lately I been thinkin bout father (uh)
Lately I been mathematician tryna solve these problems
But I could never change
Been an indigo since a young age
We the star children
Kindly get the fuck up out my face
It's been hard lately
But beyond the ego is a buffalo soldier
N***a I thought I told ya
Rastafari in my blood
Screaming haile silase at the top of my lungs
Praise up to Jah and Nyabinghi cuz we
Love to fly with the doves up to the fifth dimension
I just wanted to mention that I'm just a Martian at heart
I could ride on the back of a shooting star while the homies flying the foreign car
Hella far to the nearest quazar
Out to the infinite moment
I am nearly a vessel for golden energy through the words that are spoken