All in the hay dayz
Moths praise the fluorescent
Popping champaign in the winners circle
Competition was always last pick
Impression projected sighs of feminine
How hard are you working?
The slave masters whip said "oil it up before you take another crack at it"
Hating the dawn like Monday
Still have to hop around in these boxes
Couldn't the master be a FOX
Sight for my eyes
No more sheep around to cry
The tunes play out in that old knowledge of the south
Blues still battle red
Fuck what them niggas said
Them all dead rabbits waiting to be flies
Them sense the shit
Their senses fertilized
Dig in, find seeds and spread mine
Was built in the womb after the coming
Came forth screaming in Tounges of the godz
Fresh off the block, remembered by the flock
Release ur pause because I'm not ur cause
These are just laws in stone that are flawed
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