Bog Me Čuva

(album: Tin Wooki - 2014)

Do right and high tech haiku
Sly villainous, watch mic check in the wilderness
Wildebeest, chop down trees as the centerpiece
Mellow out, thoughts find his inner peace
Got more green than a winter sneeze
Faded as fuck
I've been on Venus to visit Rita, indeed I'm important
Believe the future is grim, I've already seen it I'm Horus nigga
You're sleeping imported shit
The preacher's distorting it
See the demons in corners, so I retreat to emporiums
Tell the people my stories of violent creatures and origins
But I'll send three other warnings
And then a meteor your corpses all in the streets I'm enjoying this, fuck
Thoughts of a deity morphing into a human being
Observe it, so the greed I absorb it
Can't even think, when I close my eyes all I see are contortionists
Orifice fixing ephixiate and breathe the deplorable in

I'm not a conscious artist, my nigga, you out your mind
Nothing but truth and equilibrium hidden in these lines
And in these rhymes, this verse was a purge
But I resurrected it and turned it to a dirge
Kill your favorite rapper then have him dredged for a surge
He never wanted church until we dug him in the dirt
I compliment myself on this instrumental
Rewrite the scripture 'cause my verse is never elemental
They say I'm so sublime, I'm on my own damn level
I said, I'm feeling like a God it have no effect-le
Visit the dungeon just to finish some construction
The [?] leave you with nothing
Get the cash, flee the scene, see me all like stunting
Especially we burn trees and release a little something
See, I've been dying for this moment
Other fools couldn't hold a clique full of healers, ain't nothing
We just healing the game, yes I'm so insane
It's like shamans in the stain

Its the, pirate selling pirate and at this rate I'll be buying a new estate
Thoughts on a different state, its like a
Freight train and I'm like Bruce Wayne in the night
Death is life's delight
And I'm an uptight knight that's pulling heists
This old bitch wants to give my sex life a little bit of spice
Its a cold world and I was a born sinner
Sniffing cinnamon, popping Vicodin with a lycan
Nasty like Nas, but I'm spitting nitrogen
Eating [?] in class, the g-o-v still wants to get rid of him
Growing plants fucking [?]
Momma, I was never a picky man
You just never knew the best for him
I'm Davy and
Goon is pestilence
Being benign is more of a benefit than trying to be fake and slide
This purple haze got me experiencing the valley of Neptune
[?] are a band of gypsies moving with the typhoons
Give me head through the pantaloons
Making hot tunes with the prophet, eating mammoth in the black lagoon
Nigga, you just never knew