check it
on an expedition to some ancient
remnants
everest
to rome
silk road
slick penmanship
everywhere we go
in
this globe is so excellent
the evidence is shown thru my flows
and benevolence
ugh
on a special mission to some lost
settlements
i
spark up the kettle
then
we cooking with perfection its
real
life no time for being pessimistic
if it feels right
well
then fuck em
homie
neva give in
me and my brothers chilling
uncovering rubble rumplestiltskin
get filled in
like coffins down under
in an innocuous slumber
for the hot as shit summer
couple sub saharan
cats,
tearing at one another
see some ocelots who fought a lot
but are
very good lovers
guess perception
isn’t always what it seems
hujili mutters
hah
third person
now
we moving thru the motherland
everythings connected to the earth
you should understand
stand the test of time
on deck
in this sailboat
they’ll know
I’m the best at rhyming
with no tailcoat
hell no
approach the horizon
and see the whales float
to no avail
lighting up
with some stale dope
an
Obsidian obelisk
ominously
In the mist
i slither up cautiously
its thought to be a deep pit
full of many oddities
probably worth a steep bid
so my curiosity
guides me thru the seepage
we
seeking
omnipotence
thru darkness we keep lit
walking up on
art thats carved with don’t read this
yo
lungs fulla tar heavy breathing
hopping on my nimbus
stand tall like the pyramids
im popping out these rhythms so swiftly
like a cheetah bitch
toking on a spliff
while we roaming to roman territory
in the air recording
these vocals without a pair of cords
and apparently
keeping it local
no air ports