Prodigal Sunn, Reverend William Burke - Flight of the Killer Bees lyrics
[Prodigal Sunn, Reverend William Burke - Flight of the Killer Bees lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's right, yo, listen
It goes, one for the family
Birth from pure sanity
Two for humanity, wrapped up in vanity
Three for reality, escape from the cavity
Make room for clarity, practice solidarity
Do it for the charities
Less fortune then tragedies
Hold it down like gravity
Don't run with batteries
Toast grapes, smoke weight
I twist a whole eighth host my own mixtape
Sunny came to get it straight
Attitude feeling great
Your food on the plate cash at a fast rate
Through every city, country, state
Home to cop real estate
'menace' like Larenz Tate
Diamond in the glass case
Mask with the black face
Hash with that purple eight
Yo from that Myrtle gate
Enough to help me meditate, find a team
Legislate stay moving with planner
You moving out of manners
Slugs peal like bananas through your cameras
Yeah
Yo, we don't tie while we laced
And sharp with money traces
Short phone conversations
Long with meditations
Good sex, perspirations, musical inspiration
Quiet storm dawn, love song dedications
It's the Chi Town sorcerer
Wizard from course of co dodging
The coroner peep the formula
Money moving from Florida
Been observing the game
Like a foreigners brain
Cuz I'm at war with my oppressors
And this poverty thing
I'm from the C He Islam, C Allah God Cypher
Where pigs assasinate brothers like snipers
Watch for vapors and the vipers
Peace to righteous and the lifers
I've been hustling
Ever since a baby rocking diapers
In the six thousand year reign
Of the six ounce brain
Who for six hundred years
Was graphted then became
That's right, yo, listen
It goes, one for the family
Birth from pure sanity
Two for humanity, wrapped up in vanity
Three for reality, escape from the cavity
Make room for clarity, practice solidarity
Do it for the charities
Less fortune then tragedies
Hold it down like gravity
Don't run with batteries
Toast grapes, smoke weight
I twist a whole eighth host my own mixtape
Sunny came to get it straight
Attitude feeling great
Your food on the plate cash at a fast rate
Through every city, country, state
Home to cop real estate
'menace' like Larenz Tate
Diamond in the glass case
Mask with the black face
Hash with that purple eight
Yo from that Myrtle gate
Enough to help me meditate, find a team
Legislate stay moving with planner
You moving out of manners
Slugs peal like bananas through your cameras
Yeah
Yo, we don't tie while we laced
And sharp with money traces
Short phone conversations
Long with meditations
Good sex, perspirations, musical inspiration
Quiet storm dawn, love song dedications
It's the Chi Town sorcerer
Wizard from course of co dodging
The coroner peep the formula
Money moving from Florida
Been observing the game
Like a foreigners brain
Cuz I'm at war with my oppressors
And this poverty thing
I'm from the C He Islam, C Allah God Cypher
Where pigs assasinate brothers like snipers
Watch for vapors and the vipers
Peace to righteous and the lifers
I've been hustling
Ever since a baby rocking diapers
In the six thousand year reign
Of the six ounce brain
Who for six hundred years
Was graphted then became