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letra de eastern philosophy - scientiphika

(verse 1)

all my n-ggas born outta wedlock, reminiscing on when pops was rocking dreadlocks, went from cc to dam st to to pd to f-gen, blasting a lox cd, a yellow jeep we stepped out, n-ggas throw you in a headlock to test ya strength and everybody puffing dank, i might’ve caught a contact, felons arguing over a cell with five contacts, on the corner they palm packs, foot soldiers in all black, sideways ball caps, i came from that so what the f-ck was a hall pass, living almanac, yea i’m on the west but i’ll always be south county, peep under covers scouting, soft spoken though i’ll show you how to get roudy, how to assert ya boundaries, and how to keep heads bouncing to the bass, sucker mcs i can’t allow to be praised, come hear the sound that they trace, won’t see me around no fakes, told you i need that crown on my fade, only the loudest i’ll blaze, a puma growling in a cage that’s my heart pounding against my rib cage, i got em in disarray off secrets i kept on the ishne, don’t call yaself knowing me if ya b-tch made, pulling gats and switch blades, work on ya fist game or get dealt with like ya dad in his day, i’m all about peace, organization and unity, it was never soon to be, i’ve always been the man to my community, respect ain’t nothing new to me, you are who you chose to be

(verse 2)

listen
i’m something of a mad scientist, as f-cked up as the climate is, whenever i drop theres a seismic shift, nastier then jizz dripping from a sl-ts sinuses, verbally heinous, you wouldn’t be sh-t if you were a t-rd leaving my -n-s after i feasted on your corpse, you barring me up, that’s a force like jedi mind tricks, i’m the best out of rhode island and upon my return they gon learn exactly what time it is, bow down to your highness, no need to resort to violence just know your place and stay silent until spoken to directly, i’ma show em petty, south county we rock steady like b boys breakin it to be bop, started by a green box and made our way up to the treetops, have y’all running out ya filas, y’all heard the tales of them narragansetts and pequots my genes stocked, salute to boricuas all coked up, n-ggas dont know nothing about riding in hoopties with the hood flaming, aside the bullsh-t growing up in the hood was amazing

- scientiphika

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