Flowers all in full bloom
The full moon is…
Rising like a monsoon
I break out my cocoon

Soon I’ll fuck up the game in my bright white sweater
Out the door feelin’ fresh in this white sky weather
White rapper makin you check yourself, sir?
Well my flow is the shit, ey, and yours is no better

I spit F.C. numbers, letters, I’m D. 2 B.
Number 1 and 2, 3 is the sum, son
Product of the ocean, earth, and the sun, son
Quotient of the motion divided by 1

Oh shit, sir, I be showin my color
Like the indigenous originals killed by my brothers
They suffer no past, no consolation
So even satan doing better than some cops and governors

Hoverin miles high and controlling the sky tonight
Fly away private jet to private island
Firebomb them, and then defile em
Kill millions with your billions from safe asylum

So, overbearing overlords and barons on the rise,
Fatass greedy motherfuckers that’s full of lies
Bout to raise a mob soon, take their eyes out
Monsoon rollin their sweet demise

Thank the people when there’s no hands on our throats
For growth of those who don’t feed no hope
Complacent with vacant souls I know
Your terrible deaths’ll be our sweet repose
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we live here man
we live here
we live here man
we live here
We live here

Tied to the land, you lied to the land
Ride for your men, others died for ya man
Amazin thing were native but you drove em from here
Intituted fear til it all lied in your hands

We kilt these trees, what it simply appears to be
Massacre bees, who knows what in years we’ll be
Extinct for one thing a shame, a disgrace to me
Disgusting if you’ bustin up beetles, come face me

Fuck you if you wantin the workers to work for you
Fuck you on wantin perfect curtains and plates, too
Cut off Sever ties, guess the trail of tears works for you
Cover up your fuckup cause thats just whats safe for you

Muster up courage tellin you what you take from us
Sharin we’re aware otherwise we won’t make it, thus
Tryin to survive, you got more than enough
So fuck you if you movin and you ain’t about us