Jharee - Moksha lyrics

[NOM verse 1] My mind take a beating at a round table meeting With an angel and a demon and the kush that I be steaming See, I'm beaming, gleaming from cathartic release Realizing I'm just a part of a piece, I found the artist in me All on the beat till I fall on the street ‘cause I mob with a fleet Of deep thinkers like the Harvard elites n***as knowin' we keep our third eye 20-20 Chilling with your honey bunny getting yummy tummy And that's even with my funny money Just call it Chris Rock, this hip hop at its tip top I'm selling sound zips out of zip locks Just keep it running like I had a leak Living my years like I had a week So you never see me, the flow is Fiji I be the phantom of the kundalini ever since a preemie Pull Houdinies on a boppin teenie wicked as a wigi Out the crib while she watching TV We them n***as, I know you must heard, that's puopon Crusading for croutons, where do-gooders get doo'd on I'm too gone, what you on, I'm three kings, you two pawns You rue pauls get blue balls before you could ever f** with the new gods I vocalize, broken ties to the spoken lies And speak about the world I'm seeing through these open eyes ‘Cause round the city n***as living in hell Finding work from a digital scale or sitting in jail And missing they bail, pray to God, know I'm wishing them well And their story is the one I'm on a mission to tell [NOM verse 2] I rap for crack spitters, college kids and trap n***as No love for snitches or the b**hes who trap n***as See the streets in quiet, where we live is a f**ing riot When heart is required ‘cause every day a life is expired So f** who's the highest, we all children of the highest Victims of politicians corrupt, political bias In these days, my own memory is the enemy And so we drown this misery inside a fifth of Hennessey Tryna ease a strained brain, see, I start to feel a strange pain Think the sh** we did just to maintain Learn to rhyme in '99, that began the f**ing timeline That would later lead to my divine mind I figured I would change the world on some Pac sh** In middle school I was writing hooks on my pop quiz But now I'm here just tryna get in the game for spitting insane And reminiscing on memory lane And why y'all waiting for a person to fall sh**, I'm just waiting for my curtain to call And them same lil' n***as that was dirty to y'all Bout to prove you don't need a f**ing jersey to ball Bout to prove you don't need a f**ing jersey to ball This be that raw, rugged sound from the underground That raw, rugged sound from the This be that raw, rugged sound from the underground That raw, rugged sound from the