Paradise
What you on Mazi?
A foe so proud will first the Weaker seek;
So bent, the more shall shame Him his repulse
Look on Me
Me who have touched and tasted, yet both live
And life more perfect have Attained than Fate
Meant me, by venturing higher than my Lot
Will God incense his ire
For such a petty trespass?
Rather your dauntless virtue, Whom the pain of death
Denounced
Whatever thing death be
What you on Mazi?
Closest thing you know to paradise
What's the closest thing you know to paradise?
Where do you reside when you have fare to fly?
Insecurity a fair disguise
Only for the wearer
My Nile will nourish me
So long as I take care of her
It was written our paradise been lost
When Adam and eve decided knowledge was worth the cost
The woman being wisdom though I think she was informed
Who'd have thought that God's relation to the apple was the worm?
They ate into it and he poisoned us for disobeying
It's no different from today and the games they playing
I was human and changed to sayian
My hair is gold
Facts
They was paying
May as well give em my hair now with how I'm slaving
Already ripping all of it out, afloat staying
Feelin like a caveman
Must be intended
We know it's tech the aliens lended
Why we don't get it?
Too busy Makin ends meet
To make ends meet
There's no connections being formed no intersections to streets
It's just straightaways
Alley ways
Side roads
And main streets
All diverging and going straight
But they never meet
We ain't gettin nowhere collectively til that's what we see
And we have the desire to change without a fee attached
We just some birds in need of scratch
Like a gymnast we throw lines to God
Hope a fish he tumbles back
Utopia
We wishin for
Will we get that?
In our own minds individually
We can get back
Your paradise might be finding you some wings
Giving you the lift to fly away from things
Mhmm
Your paradise could be a grounding activity
Connecting with the earth's receptivity
Mhmm
Your paradise could be in shadows of society
Just don't pressure nobody
Mhmm
It's birds in mine
Singing gleefully sublime
While I sip a sprite tequila lime
Smokin pine
Mhmm
Four thieves vinegar
We the sage and thyme
Babylonian hanging gardens how we withstanding time
Mhmm
I must admit I did not come up out the grime
But I'd be dammed if my mind ain't wipe off the Slime
Mhmm
The way they tell us paradise is what we have and not what we live is a gotdamn crime
Mhmm
I'll always want the answers knowing half truths is the maxim
Gotta make these quarters out of dimes
Mhmm
It's perfect!
A foe so proud will first the Weaker seek;
So bent, the more shall shame Him his repulse
Look on Me
Me who have touched and tasted, yet both live
And life more perfect have Attained than Fate
Meant me, by venturing higher than my Lot
Will God incense his ire
For such a petty trespass?
Rather your dauntless virtue, Whom the pain of death
Denounced
Whatever thing death be
What you on Mazi?
Closest thing you know to paradise
What's the closest thing you know to paradise?
Where do you reside when you have fare to fly?
Insecurity a fair disguise
Only for the wearer
My Nile will nourish me
So long as I take care of her
It was written our paradise been lost
When Adam and eve decided knowledge was worth the cost
The woman being wisdom though I think she was informed
Who'd have thought that God's relation to the apple was the worm?
They ate into it and he poisoned us for disobeying
It's no different from today and the games they playing
I was human and changed to sayian
My hair is gold
Facts
They was paying
May as well give em my hair now with how I'm slaving
Already ripping all of it out, afloat staying
Feelin like a caveman
Must be intended
We know it's tech the aliens lended
Why we don't get it?
Too busy Makin ends meet
To make ends meet
There's no connections being formed no intersections to streets
It's just straightaways
Alley ways
Side roads
And main streets
All diverging and going straight
But they never meet
We ain't gettin nowhere collectively til that's what we see
And we have the desire to change without a fee attached
We just some birds in need of scratch
Like a gymnast we throw lines to God
Hope a fish he tumbles back
Utopia
We wishin for
Will we get that?
In our own minds individually
We can get back
Your paradise might be finding you some wings
Giving you the lift to fly away from things
Mhmm
Your paradise could be a grounding activity
Connecting with the earth's receptivity
Mhmm
Your paradise could be in shadows of society
Just don't pressure nobody
Mhmm
It's birds in mine
Singing gleefully sublime
While I sip a sprite tequila lime
Smokin pine
Mhmm
Four thieves vinegar
We the sage and thyme
Babylonian hanging gardens how we withstanding time
Mhmm
I must admit I did not come up out the grime
But I'd be dammed if my mind ain't wipe off the Slime
Mhmm
The way they tell us paradise is what we have and not what we live is a gotdamn crime
Mhmm
I'll always want the answers knowing half truths is the maxim
Gotta make these quarters out of dimes
Mhmm
It's perfect!
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Writer(s): Justin Mccullough
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