holy propositions
• Written by celticnachos
it seems the world is falling down and i can't get up
the feds have got me chained and its so corrupt
newton to the tree breaking physical limits no light
houston to the moon kickin it back like howard no dwight
so i enter the vortex of infinite potential
gotta get them ends and maintain thats essential
never understood all the fake informalities
Michael brown trayvon martin police brutality
racist tragedies continue upon the front
corporate strategies turning us into grunts
they found me studyin contemporary computations
bustin no donations within all the applications
They found me countin' stages no location skipping nations
responding to ancient conversations no translations
so we set sail in the flesh
I treat bitches straight up, like simon says
the whole topic was just a big old mess
so please forgive the rhymes that i profess
One time, for the visionaries two for the visions,
three times for the peace signs, holy propositions
what is your mission?
never on schedule but right on time
thats a universal greeting to the people of my kind
peep i gave pounds and praise at the same time
if i write a rhyme yo its on my leisure time
try to leave a plan yo it helps to free the mind
abuse all the sunlight so technically I'm blind
true b-boy like the Adidas sign
So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine
givin props to my pops who
never heard me rock to a track that make you all hip hop to
ill dog i got you
i be the physical voice that you can rock though
but if ya wack ya get no dap from me
if you down stick around thats the facts with me
Use for my pleasure, to test extreme measures.
Life is just a dream of everything our mind renders
ya boy from 96 and dem prophets
The critics are calling me conscious
kickin it back like howard no dwight
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celticnachos
Member since March 1 2015