[verse 1: LostPoet]
Sick of my range, like the cordless
Yall tickle my pain
While i rack my brain in my office
The genius is insane
Walking in vain amoungst the pompous
Leave her unconscious
Doubled over from entendres
Throwing flames
Straight aimed at the monsters
Spitting that zane
Pussies never been tamed- they throbbing
Sampled collages
You see where the mirage is
I teleport to wear the hajj is
Breathing thru toxins
Reading the textbooks of the prophets
Making my own pathways
While yall praise the objects
Shooting my number like the comet
Hoping I switch the topic
Spitting that crop circle, gin & tonic
The herb purple
I stay in the temple, ma**age it
While the brainwaves make molecules do the moshpit
I still got the same fam on that mob sh**
The same ones to return them favors like they promised
[Chorus: Knowledge-One]
Seasons change still things stay the same
And the people still fighting to remain
In this cold world
Life change still things stay the same
And the people still living life in vain
Its a cold world
Seasons change still things stay the same
And the people still fighting to remain
In this cold world
Life change still things stay the same
But the people still living life in vain
Its a cold world
[Verse 2: Self Lion
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