GENERIK : It doesn’t matter who it is or who it aint or wat it does, just let it be, let me breathe..
It doesn’t matter what it is, what it does or what it aint or what it could be, or what it means to me
It took me, a while to figure it out how I really felt.
Now it all makes sense, feel reality melt
As I eye the sky lookin up to the stars
Im really looking inside myself wondering who I are, who I am
What can I do.
In a world worshipped by lies and where Assassination is the truth?
The closer I get, the further away it gets..
Ideas never die, they only get more in depth
Curious w/ the questions, seldom answers
Cant rely on a government who sell us cancers
More stars in the sky than there are grains of sand on the planet
Break the codes of matrix, access granted
Take the path of least resistance
Speak to the universe; it will respond if pure intention is consistent
break the rules, chase a fool, fuck your stamina
I like running red lights and smiling for the cameras
I imagine a magic carpet made of ramen
Follow the rabbit take the red pill, amen-RA
Bubblin like the multiverse in a cauldron
A beer made for gods, share what we have in common
It doesn’t matter who it is and who it aint or wat it does just let it be, let me breathe..
It doesn’t matter what it is, what it does or what it aint or what it could be, or what it means to me

TALL CAN :

they say a mouth connected to a closed mind can still say a ton but still thruout every single moment my mind it runs searching for a new cave decaying teeth gums bleeding psychedelic tin foil inside the walls theres drums inside the cieling theres bass besides the feelings you chase when everythings numb and comfortablly outta place the windows are made of lace the sunflowers are fine china you can keep it pushing thru this proceeding path or move in reverse prismatic diamonds right behind ya when your minds baking in the over and the moonlites the timer mountains are the backdrop herbs are the backstop on the playing field of life run home jack hook is back with a fat knot of cocaine laced with alien drippings and sheep eyes samurai helmet turtle race clippings stuffed into a bong life cycled into a bitter song guess i should count my blessings dont get me wrong i love this life but when you watch it get snatched away in a mili second more than twice guess it kinda just loses its dopeness or you loose everything you once had addicted to dope hits this herb that im smoking it speaks to me when it glows the orange concious of the burning bush frees me freely i rhyme man made time will never stand a chance against the souls so inclined recline ya self refine ya health get lost in the dark nose dive from the top shelf shattered social states i reside in the depths with nothing left in my chest but dank smoke and regrets