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letra de maya - callon b

[verse 1: callon b & simple]

(callon b)

no hesitation ima go ahead and talk my sh-t, but don’t speak about me cuz what you talk might stick
when i turn it around and i just use it against all who offend, man it’s time to do it again
hit the roof with the zen, let loose with the pen, we all search for forever and this is proof it exist
i hopped straight in that water and i flew with the fish, such a lucid event ingest hallucinogens

(simple)

in gest n few of my friends long story road to glory as my morning begins
hows it going holy roller i’m the most hiii, hopped high in the sky and started swimming with birds
now my vision is blurred, syllables slurred, i guess my lifes a synonym for living absurd
it’s simple, simple, b-tch whatchu heard? such a conundrum f-cked up at functions how this rhythm occurred
how this rhythm occurred? somewhere in my mind flow with the mystical worlds
if gods a symbol he lives in my shirley temple, founded by the drugs that have entered my mental

(callon b)

concepts so simple they will leave you in disarray, hit the haze only eat it if it’s an eighth
i know i’m out there but i ain’t ever tripped a day, get it straight when i spit you don’t get to hate

(simple)

i call on callon before i ingest this gallon of sherm-chicka-errr, never defer a challen-gerrr
stuck in this world my feet ain’t touched the floor for hours when i’m high the world is ours

(callon b)

callon b thirteen or one three, got stones in my pocket you can call me pimp c, bun b
this the year of the crystal healers, time to deal with the fiscal stealers

[verse 2: callon b & simple]

(simple)

f-ck the government, mother f-ck the government, undercover covenant with the underworld
i’ma shaman rummaging through my moms purse, i got em ticked off time to see if this bomb works
bang bang, boom, hand gun and a bazooka bubble gum for the shooter
and hard d-ck for medusa, holy bible for the liars eyes crucifixed on staying alive
never afraid to die riders ridin over the horizon son you just livin a lie success is suicide
f-ck a do or die i find the f-cking truths in lies, i p-ss you with the futuristic presence of a living god
i guess this is heavens sentence if you think about it? i’ll prolly end up in h-ll for these wicked rhymes

(callon b)

so pay attention f-ck what you believe i shall remain offensive
face a sentence when i say a sentence
you just became a witness, victim of celestial visits
shift dimensions when the mescaline hittin
when you spit it it’s awkward as altercations with coppers
who’s given authorization to walk the streets with a yopper
riot gear, tear gas, emergency responders
brain washed racist with an urgency to slaughter
why we still hearing gun sounds when our hands up and our guns down, while they gun down another young child
no justice when there’s no trial but we can’t turn down like there’s no dial, cops profile
word to trap jorge, my weed got a p-ss port
to dirty when we ride in the car, no evidence roll it in a mayan cigar
this is mayan cigars……smoke a mayan cigar

- callon b

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