Cambatta - Zeitgeist Haze lyrics

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Cambatta - Zeitgeist Haze lyrics

Exhale vapors, gaze in the smoke It's a ghost from the fire that I blaze when I tote Celestial particles of my burn victims Only sacrificing the herbs to earn wisdom Rap scholar I'm down to my last dollar Mad drama last saga of Andromeda's me What you're getting is Cam's heart on a beat If struggle is quick sand then Cambatta is deep Look I've seen a lot in my life, the trauma the strife I'm locked in economy's vice Media's molding our minds it's pottery night Open your eyes, 9/11 was an obvious heist, truth They're taking our freedom, Obama is white Religion's just a depiction of the stars in the night, Chuuch If knowledge is power and honor is might Then life is a battle not all of us fight I'm swinging, shadow boxing, my doctrines are like a jab I'm knocking facts into your noggin You dodge em I'm Tim Bradley robbing Snatch a n***a's cash up off him slash him like a fraction problem If my Dad's watching I'm thankful that he ain't grab a condom Original man with a cynical plan To be a god and hold the world in the midst of hand I'm taking my chromosomes and I'm switching the strands Til I'm stronger than Arnold and smarter than kids in Japan I'm tweeking, I spark chaos I'm part Aesop's I'm part Madoff and part Adolf I parlay off shore in Barbados With the rich white banking cartels that play golf I'm sicker than a plague cough Quicker then when dipping in a whip and it got straight naus' Sipping liqour by the pitcher like it's May 4th Or is it may 5th, and I'm a straight spic? Words are forms of expression I like to play with By twisting them in complex rhyme patterns to make chips sh**, I Got the grade a piff And a Bajan b**h badder than Bebe's kids I'm James Naismith I'm heated like Bayless vs. Steve A Smith, believe that sh** It's Batta I'm out of this world I'm like a spaceman Since that keg stand with Mike's water in Space Jam Placebo effecting yall n***as I don't even need substance to get to yall n***as I'll shoot a 3 then steal it and shoot a 3 again In 8.9 seconds and Reggie yall n***as Ahead of yall n***as you ain't ready my n***as If life was money blacks are pennies my n***a You throw ‘em in the gutter, seclude ‘em from the lighter coins Throw ‘em to a bum he spend it on crack and invite his boys Your music is cla**ified as a type of noise My music clever like Trojan horses inside of Troy They cla**ify it as a new school sound How my voice can project like Coo Coo Cal 40 acres a mule and a few thou I'm Standing at my mailbox waiting it's due now Smoke and mirrors life is like a magic show A bunch of illusions for manipulating the average soul But I can see that slight of hand Looking close and digging deep's how you defeat that kind of plan Self sustain get knowledge and be happy Smoke and mirrors coming soon, scream at me