Buttatones - Seeds Of Truth lyrics

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Buttatones - Seeds Of Truth lyrics

[Tones] Tones is the truth ever since the youth Now I'm in your booth showing you living proof With all the brainwashing you can still be yourself I know you hate watching but you never could tell So I asked him yo, how's the blunt that I pa**ed him He answered my bad son, damn son When he pa**ed it back it was already gone I didn't know what to do, I was all out of trom So I rolled up an L for ?? And I know what I felt when hell fire fell from the sky I'm locked in debt, there's only one option left Tell you a prophet met on that project step If you ain't got respect then you don't deserve it Told me if you watch your step then you won't get murdered I asked around and they don't know your name Out of mind to show why so close to the pain And I know there's a reason why you told me the secrets And every time you dreaming, I can almost reach it Destiny grasped and it slipped through my hand The energy pa** and now I'm sinking in the quicksand Put my life on the line, for you I'd die fam The light of the world seen through eyes of a blind man I see the good in people, they can't control my thoughts So I still keep my head up when all hope is lost [Hook - Tones & Coal] Tones is the truth, Coal is the seed Tones is the seed, Coal is the truth [4x] [Coal Cash] Coal is the seed, last of a dying breed To reap for what we sow, tryna grow what we need We free from the soul, I hold down the fort But walk with John Stowe when we stroll through Old York I know what we fought, would never talk to pork And with this piece of chalk I'ma circle 'round ya corpse The universal thought brought the hawk with the serpent The sickness that I cough left a witness for the sermon I terminate the fake, left them burning at the stake We've been raped by Halliburton while they're spurting on your face I'm certain of my place, paper chase, hate the pace I race to lace the fake but got no flavor for the taste Got a razor for your face, here it breaks the buck 50 When Coal flip to Muk you don't wanna f** with me Get stuck quickly cuz I strictly rep the realness So where my people at, holler back when you feel it What the f** the deal is cuz the malice feeds the famine Can't fathom the ma** appeal when I wield the steel cannon Go steal mammon or examine this for scrutiny With verbal mutiny better take perfect aim when shooting me Used to be insane but wouldn't claim the ?? That there's monuments in my name, in this game I'm prominent Dominant spitting flame and my scripts'll burn eternal When our verbal zip your lips and don't say sh** inside my circle (Hook)