The Bhagwan (feat. Kosyne)

Yeah

Cult leader, faith healer

Coke dealer fled the country, no Sheila

They say that orange is the new black

Private charter into Oregon and flew back

Rollie in the new shade, roll her in the new grey

Ask 'em how the food taste, queue to drink the Kool-Aid

The cult classic, my cult's classic

Ninety Rolls motorcade coming through traffic

Yeah, find repentance through me

Halo shining with expensive jewellery

Sold their soul sacrifice

Sold the soul back to life

You say gangster, I say guru

Tons of guns handled by militia like Nuru

I'm blowing up the spot while you're blowing up my spot

Chill with Ron Hubbard sniffing blow up on my yacht

Talk of the town and we still wanderers

Tote the mic like a blunderbuss for the customers

I'm just accustomed to it, ride the cusp and do it

Justice with custom acoustics while they're still adjusting to it

Stupid, playing for keeps like Rajneesh

He's got Rollies on the sleeves and Rolls-Royces by the fleet

Strains of salmonella hiding in your leafy greens

Why they need a peace when the peace force got them sub-machines?

Uh, love is free but the crib's a hundred milli's

It's like conundrum, how you gonna house the thousands for the city?

Might have to catch some bodies in the war with the feds

It's all in the game, you know the

Phrase about an omelette and eggs, yeah

Euthanasing, steady pacing, immigration fraud

All aboard, the Learjet awaits for safer shores

Never scared, he went and built a force they can't ignore

The most enlightened, you should take him for, peace