The Bhagwan (feat. Kosyne)

Yeah
Court leader, fate healer
Coke dealer fled the country, no sheila
They say that orange is the new black
Private charter into Oregon and flew back
Rolly in the new shade
Roller in the new grey
Ask him how the food tastes
Cue to drink the kool-aid
The cult classic
My colt classic
90 rolls motorcade cutting through traffic
Uh, find repentance through me
Halo shining with expensive jewellery
Sold the soul sacrifice
Sold the soul back to life
You say gangster
I say guru
Turns a guns handed by militia like guru
I'm blowing up the spot
While you blowing up my spot
Chill with run hobbits sniffing blow upon my yacht

Talk of the town and we still wonderous
Toke the mic like a blunderbuss for the customers
I'm just accustomed to it
Ride the cusp and do it justice
With customer-coustics while they're still adjusting to it
Stupid, playing for keeps like rash niches
Got rollies on the sleeves and Rolls Royces by the fleet
Strange the salmonella hiding in your leafy greens
Why the need to peace when peace falls got them sub machines? (losers)
Uh, love is free but the cribs a hundred Millys
Like conundrum, hide your gunner, house the thousands for the ciggy
Might have to catch some bodies in the war with the feds
It's all in the game yknow the phrase about an omelette and eggs
Yeah, euthanising, steady pacing, immigration fraud
All aboard the Leer jet awaits for safer shores
Never scared, he went and built a force they can't ignore
The most delighting you should take him for
Peace



Credits
Writer(s): Darren Stuart Hay, Iqbal Singh Sathi, Lawrence Lord, Robert Mark Beighton
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