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SEEDED
Hip-Hop/Rap
SEEDED was released on April 7, 2025 by NO FLLR as a part of the album SEEDED - Single
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Release DateApril 7, 2025
LabelNO FLLR
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kokayi
Kokayi
Performer
Carl Walker
Carl Walker
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kokayi
Kokayi
Lyrics
Carl Walker
Carl Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kokayi
Kokayi
Producer

Lyrics

Seeds
El general get it
Subsidized funds Allez spend it.
The world spinning
Seats of the senate
Filled to brim got snakes in em
Imminent sentiment militant
Minimum sentences
I ont give a fick bout penitents
rape the land from soil
Pushing that whip got oil
so what if you toil young I'm ballin
My shit fresh I'm all in you get stressed I get bread you get less
And?
Way of the cash goes the way of the man
The state of your stash goes the city that you in seed sown
The weeds grow
The taxed blokes are last on the ring so swing low
Sweet iscariot the judas 's is Icarus melting in they chariots
Huggin them flames struggling to maintain the way that you bubbling they cannot do the same
So just play within the ruins
I look away look away
I look away look away
Sing your songs while it keeps burning
I look away look away
I look away look away
Sown is the way of the walk
Shells of themselves former in their talk once upon a thunderous crowd revolutionaries got bills now
Speaking on the weekends for their chow
So your values is questionable when ur choices is dollar meals or organic vegetables
What table ya eat off the string that ya feed off the holder of ya ones is the owner of the guns is the motor that don't run puppets in the sun bask. But no tan
No longer ya own man no vocals
Mostly instrumental with ya vision in a chokehold
trendy for the trending skinnies you can't fit in for the sake of your conscience mind won't let you sag Monsanto swag
Clones no mars coop no dice no black so sad so ya half life ain't ill it's half price
go head.
Chorus
These be them seeds planted in the ground up
These weeds immune to the round up
These trees provide no shade
But a respite from the dessert that once was an oasis ya gotta minute I'm trying to build
Without a dividend and stocks to yield
You basic Ya Wave got a malady
So same spit it's a strain how you gotta be tossed to the winds
No home soil to grab hold of it's no love no shade so thesis no grade pass or fail this life is but A tree still grows and that's priceless
No fraud no grapes of wrath but the vine is all seeing remember you only hot for a season
Solstice equinox vernal the heat ain't everlasting while you gasping get ya thermals I'm trying make this shit eternal.
CHORUS
Written by: C Walker, Kokayi
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