[?], golden [?]
Smoke down the L, pinch the roach with your nails
Inhale, blow out celestial gases, pluck the ashes
Weed is the vegetable for the masses, it cures cancer
[?] chopper, the [?] shocker, the sky watcher
Hopi chief, golden leaf, the ayahuasca
The flow is UFO shape shift sacred
Ancient language of the spaceship of sages
Born naked in warm desert with a storm present
Night angels surround my fam with a strong message
The Lord is my shepherd, the law is deceptive
His sword is my preference
I’m drawing my weapon
White garments, the night haunted, my life honored
Bright conscious, I write doctors, my rhyme conjures
Prophets of the projects
Regardless, an artist of the cosmic
Smart but the flow is retarded
It’s dark where the stars sit
The Galileo, the outer space flow
They love that powder yayo from the flower that they bake in a stove
From Medellin to ghetto fiends that sour they nose
The [?] museum, Rosetta Stone, the clever poems
They were never known until I extract the drones, brought back together their bones
Geometric like the nectar in combs, from honeybees in sunny breeze in country trees
Where monkeys breed, hungry for leaves, munching for seeds
Tummies on ease where money is freezed
Mummies [?], excavation, in the oasis
My flow is glacious in the crater
Innovator, navigator, eat up your average hater
A mass of flavors to rap with nature
[?] on paper, I live and breathe it
My steel nerves, Spielberg with skill with words
Kill birds with one rock
Still burn through sunblock
Move crowds like gunshots
My run’s hot, hip-hop, gridlock
When [?] died his skeleton was the shape of an elephant
I’m the shape of intelligent, baked in melanin and ate like a Nephilim
Respect to them
Goliath empires, riots with fires before David, wars in places
Hire the writer in basement and crackin’