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letra de codex - callon b

[verse 1: simple]

lately seems like everybody waiting on a simple verse
like “boy you fell off”…….yeah which universe?
so you work as hard as you wanna
in stars when i gar marijuana, i planted my landing sp-ce somewhere on earth
what the f-ck are you worth? you can kick rocks i move boulders
holy moly holy roller, roller coaster make sure that my cups don’t tip off coasters
i guess it’s time for me to get back to this sh-t, been off for a second its p-ssed my tick
right back to my office the corner store is my corner piece
sometimes i feel like i should put my name up on the lease
rice up on the table condoleezz
i offer my condolences
these ocean breezes inside my mind, i’m coastin
and these palm trees and blonde skeezers
actin like hot divas but can’t wait to be back on their knees
astonishing my godly being, falling with no parachute
make sure that i grab the loot, landed in the aston martin
db cooper smash the booth, man this sh-t is laughable
i say the game is looking like a casual friday
just p-ss the andre, 1990, cronic and the bombay
and let me get back to doin this sh-t
perfection takes timing and a piece of mind
if you don’t mind me placing all this peaceful pine into this piece of mine and let me smoke
whole life like an anecdote of dope music
my unconscious just wrote to this and all i do it quote cool sh-t

(jon y aka the minister talking)

[verse 2: callon b]

we to enfluential, i motivate when i get the pencil
exponential, rise in all of my potential
call on simple, tell him meet me at the temple
golden microphones and holy instrumentals
all my mans investin that blue paper, we manifesting our true nature
i came to on a day in june and made the move like a new neighbor
soul searching our soul purpose till the shows over no closed curtains
no closed caption, f-ck co sign’s, you don’t innerstand my old rhymes
old ties to the most hiii, been searching far but no sign of that gold mine
funny how i had to close both eyes and think with both sides
dank, i bake and meditate
namaste, channeled wisdom from a snake
i’m over heads like a soul star, i vibrate till there’s no charge
so spiritual i don’t go hard, wavy as a muhf-ckin boat yard
pirate ships and that treasure map, some get the spark then never act
but never that i leave a beat in severed ash with my clever raps
i’m forever p-ssed these local lames with no message just doe and dames
we’ve seen it all, sh-ts old and fake
freeing minds, blowing brains
big bang, evolution on church st. it’s thirteen
once infinit but now a earth being

- callon b

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