Kush Blues Bros

Yo, what the fuck was that?, pennies for my thought, in fact sit back for a minute, yep i'm in it, start to grimace, as i'm picking up the pace, and now i play it from beginning, and think a little bit Amore on it, evaluate till your really fucking sure of it, i saw the industry, i opened up the door a bit, i saw it all, and its all just a bag of shit, but keep it moving, not illusion just a prophecy, i got some knowledge not from college cause i got an E,you got make flipping time for your own believe, and if you don't do that, then you know your fucked G, who be these blasted leaders minced oaths boast, but they done need us, looking through the night with the pupils features, do you see me or the deep dark creatures, creep inside its album 5, and my decline will likely find, that passing time is hardly mine, keep on trying as we rely, its our protection, beat selection, track direction, editing, editing, crop these sections, fixed elections, meddling in everything editing.

Who's back? Bloods back, you bloody twats, new jacks in fact no longer that, we morph rap sorcerers almanac, alchemy to rip the scales of a devils back, slacking off never lost and i'm keeping track, my tales more garbage pale than cabbage patch, like Stille says got a gift you gotta rap, still many things got you on the side track.