Cult-ivate

It's all about perspective

Gotta cleanse it

The truth is in the Eye

Like it's dilated

Tryna decipher the transcripts

Have patience

The price of a life

Is minimum wages

They tryna barter with my mind & soul

Oh no

I've been solidified so I don't fold

Behold

The alchemy of a holy ghost

Don't choke

This shit premeditated like written flows

The main attraction

With all the action

Might need the caption

So you can ration the batches

Bury the hatchet

Fuck that, I'm axing at actors

Johnny Depp handling the P's

Talking trees

Captain of the seas

Public Enemy

No fucking with me

Pay the fee

Pirates of the Cannabis

Crash landed in Panorama City

Home of the gritty

Couple litty bittys

Lookin' for the pixie

Shit ain't really pretty

Fuck with the wrong one

End up feeling itchy

Now you can't say I didn't warn ya

Soul controller on every corner

Smashin' 100 down the five South of California

Moving lights up in the sky

Somebody call the Coroner

We conducting autopsies

On every beat I body

Catching these hommys

Shit's too easy like a hobby

Sit back like lobbys

I ain't waiting on nobody

Mobbing like zombies

Keep rhetorical like questions

I ain't impressed with

With what you reppin

It's in yo best interest to stop neglecting

So you can keep on steppin

With that wack shit

But put a bag over it

They thought it was one of my best tricks

That's when I fast forwarded

Now what's it gotta take for them to notice

That we ain't nothing like them

The tracks imported all the way from Venus

The Kush in my junts harvested

In the Garden of Eden

I threw the dice three times

& always got seven's

They wanna bite like Mike

But teeth fall off in the end

You shape shifting on sight

When there's no need to pretend