The GOAT was overshadowed by SHEEP...
Spread the love, sippin' on potion, I'm takin' hella drugs
Shroom caps, LS, bud, till truth that compelling us, yo
Hell on earth, that's what I can see
Reality conceived either through media or mockery
And mediocrity, celebrated over elevatin' the mind, could be
A form of they hypocrisy contradictin' Hippocrates' oath
The sides isosceles, both politicize atrocities
When human rights the problem invoked
Who got the cleverest jokes? Gettin' the popular vote
Oh yeah, they obviously "woke"
Yo, Socrates, philosophies
Fuck that, I'm Aristophanes
In this meritocracy of sharin' this content for comedy
Apocalypse comin', probably find me smokin' rock with the fiends
Sayin' fuck the world like Tupac, y'all can't stop me from dreams
Vision is painted, shirt has been stained with blood of my nation
Blood, sweat, and tears, it gets deep
The meek shall inherit the earth, who got the keys
'Cause look in the pages, swear they gon' see
The 20s is the decade the goat was overshadowed by sheep
Look in the pages, swear they gon' see
The 20s is the decade the goat was overshadowed by sheep
Selective memory of Memorex
Cassettes of Das FX
Slayed many men on many decks
But remember I was mad depressed
Selective memory
Of the times when it was mad unrest
I had expressed it off my chest
Now mastered it, to that effect
The rap game, Professor X
Play this on the tape deck
Slayed many men who play friends
I saw your set, you train wrecked
I'm ridin' on that apex
You more like dick, ridin' for a paycheck
That's why you got concave neck
Through breakneck speeds
We breakin' these leaves
Inhaling the trees
I paint what I bleed
Put it all together, it's so magnifique
Open up your eyes
What does it mean to be free
Fill us up with lies
Peace to the we who believe
Call me Big Poppa with the pen
Probably again
Mad shotta boy rollin' ganja up again
Illest in mi casa, es tu casa
You and imposters, peep the mobsters
Dishin' rhyme like steak and lobster
Possibly they plottin' on my downfall again
Honesty they'll wallow, let it blow with the wind
Won't let them in, Allah
Gots to pray again
Strong medicine for our lives
And all y'all sins
I got more fans in other cities than mine
It's a pity, but give me more of a reason to shine
'Cause I'll be gettin' daps
In these towns that I travel in
Take it on tour, get paid for my babblin
I've been talkin' to myself, they really all mi amigos
Word around they thinking I be loco in mi barrios
Spit it on Adagio or pick it up on Allegro
If you ain't on my audio, then adios
Blood, sweat, and tears, it gets deep
The meek shall inherit the earth, who got the keys
Look in the pages, swear they gon' see
The 20s is the decade that gold was overshadowed by sheep
Look in the pages, swear they gon' see
The 20s is the decade that gold was overshadowed by sheep
Shroom caps, LS, bud, till truth that compelling us, yo
Hell on earth, that's what I can see
Reality conceived either through media or mockery
And mediocrity, celebrated over elevatin' the mind, could be
A form of they hypocrisy contradictin' Hippocrates' oath
The sides isosceles, both politicize atrocities
When human rights the problem invoked
Who got the cleverest jokes? Gettin' the popular vote
Oh yeah, they obviously "woke"
Yo, Socrates, philosophies
Fuck that, I'm Aristophanes
In this meritocracy of sharin' this content for comedy
Apocalypse comin', probably find me smokin' rock with the fiends
Sayin' fuck the world like Tupac, y'all can't stop me from dreams
Vision is painted, shirt has been stained with blood of my nation
Blood, sweat, and tears, it gets deep
The meek shall inherit the earth, who got the keys
'Cause look in the pages, swear they gon' see
The 20s is the decade the goat was overshadowed by sheep
Look in the pages, swear they gon' see
The 20s is the decade the goat was overshadowed by sheep
Selective memory of Memorex
Cassettes of Das FX
Slayed many men on many decks
But remember I was mad depressed
Selective memory
Of the times when it was mad unrest
I had expressed it off my chest
Now mastered it, to that effect
The rap game, Professor X
Play this on the tape deck
Slayed many men who play friends
I saw your set, you train wrecked
I'm ridin' on that apex
You more like dick, ridin' for a paycheck
That's why you got concave neck
Through breakneck speeds
We breakin' these leaves
Inhaling the trees
I paint what I bleed
Put it all together, it's so magnifique
Open up your eyes
What does it mean to be free
Fill us up with lies
Peace to the we who believe
Call me Big Poppa with the pen
Probably again
Mad shotta boy rollin' ganja up again
Illest in mi casa, es tu casa
You and imposters, peep the mobsters
Dishin' rhyme like steak and lobster
Possibly they plottin' on my downfall again
Honesty they'll wallow, let it blow with the wind
Won't let them in, Allah
Gots to pray again
Strong medicine for our lives
And all y'all sins
I got more fans in other cities than mine
It's a pity, but give me more of a reason to shine
'Cause I'll be gettin' daps
In these towns that I travel in
Take it on tour, get paid for my babblin
I've been talkin' to myself, they really all mi amigos
Word around they thinking I be loco in mi barrios
Spit it on Adagio or pick it up on Allegro
If you ain't on my audio, then adios
Blood, sweat, and tears, it gets deep
The meek shall inherit the earth, who got the keys
Look in the pages, swear they gon' see
The 20s is the decade that gold was overshadowed by sheep
Look in the pages, swear they gon' see
The 20s is the decade that gold was overshadowed by sheep
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Writer(s): Tariq Bakir
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