Jeezuschrist, Mr.blankslate - T.P.H.T.P. lyrics
[Jeezuschrist, Mr.blankslate - T.P.H.T.P. lyrics]
Blood of my starved ancestors
That shit enriches me
Needle sharp rhymes sewin' your minds
With stitches, see a lyrical epiphany
In GED consistency i'm deeper than the sea
And I'm hittin' tree
Thrillingly and brilliantly
Killing all the misery i'm changin' history
Eliminate the sleaze
With the steaze when I speak growin' meat?
Bitch, please
You've been spreading disease like
Grease on a beach
All using genocide to stimulate peace
War is a beast
Plaguing the west as well as middle east
Somalia burns while we grow obese
In this culture of sheep
So I hope you fucking cease
And retreat from overseas cuz we have needs
Desperate single mothers that can't
Afford the lease
Peaceful pot growers who deserve
To be released we're just icing on the
Shit that's underneath our feet
Freedom ain't free and the taste ain't sweet
So we lace that beat with grace in the street
And clouds of weed never turn a cheek
Or surrender or retreat
Cuz we secure the deed
In the feed, fighting greed
Like every tan Carib
Whose hands were cleaved and left to bleed
Cuz the gold that they freed
Weighed a seed and not a fucking mountain
What a challenge
But the righteous never lose their balance
We are valiant stallions on the foul-list
But our prowess allows us
To overcome you cowards
Like my homie Jack Bauer
So fuck yo fucking leaders cuz
The pencils have the power
That shit enriches me
Needle sharp rhymes sewin' your minds
With stitches, see a lyrical epiphany
In GED consistency i'm deeper than the sea
And I'm hittin' tree
Thrillingly and brilliantly
Killing all the misery i'm changin' history
Eliminate the sleaze
With the steaze when I speak growin' meat?
Bitch, please
You've been spreading disease like
Grease on a beach
All using genocide to stimulate peace
War is a beast
Plaguing the west as well as middle east
Somalia burns while we grow obese
In this culture of sheep
So I hope you fucking cease
And retreat from overseas cuz we have needs
Desperate single mothers that can't
Afford the lease
Peaceful pot growers who deserve
To be released we're just icing on the
Shit that's underneath our feet
Freedom ain't free and the taste ain't sweet
So we lace that beat with grace in the street
And clouds of weed never turn a cheek
Or surrender or retreat
Cuz we secure the deed
In the feed, fighting greed
Like every tan Carib
Whose hands were cleaved and left to bleed
Cuz the gold that they freed
Weighed a seed and not a fucking mountain
What a challenge
But the righteous never lose their balance
We are valiant stallions on the foul-list
But our prowess allows us
To overcome you cowards
Like my homie Jack Bauer
So fuck yo fucking leaders cuz
The pencils have the power