Slum - Tribe lyrics

Move quick angel wings on tha scene Walk right third sight said god is a verb Knowledge is a curse put them books in a hearse Better see about ya self got a whole lot to learn Meditate deep tribe prophet was tha term Level OD leagues deep in the firm Can't be shaken yung serpent u a worm Mystic in the vision and tha words always stern Inherited from pops breaking locks on my terms Swapped Pandora's box for the rent on third Living in a state where the thoughtsonly heard Said I'm feelin outta place man god am I heard? Asking all these questions in return I'm getting lessons But I'm hardheaded f** it I ain't listen to tha message Let me go ahead correct it cuz I'm tired of the testin Gonna clean up in tha attic mental flossin got me stressin Built up on tha anger held it tight like you why askin and im tryna let it go seekin balance can i fix it Talking about some ringing from tha otherside angels tryna call me sittin stupid like i f** it i done missed it Getting mad about the situation takin miscommunication better shut up b**h n breathe bcuz u wished it Circumstance is obvious ya thoughts the root of alluh dis study on the mind self knowlege you a ologist Hollow in tha frequent i ain't mean to be repeated but we gotta get to zero if we lookin for a hero Ima step up to the plate and swing a grand slam nero burn tha ego off the faces get em rooted like its miro I ain't shook off them stages i ain't do it for dinero ima do it people tribe vibe point zero Olympic torch n I'm running 5 those rings n I'm stuntin Top floor CEO lunchin Y'all stuck couches Grow old wit ya munchin Put away all the herb now Mask the pain n u think how How he know what I'm thinkin about Panaramic vision Omnipotent it ain't nothin Ima style for tha legend Ima give these beggars something Rise on top of wit a message Down drawback punting I'm a 4th down get it Hail Mary's not running Gon clutch ya rosaries Steady mean mugging Gon speak to god I ain't here for ya judgement I don't swing no gavel Ima parkour run it Like time gon tell ask big face London Metaphors deep As tha leagues of mystique Inbetween them sheets Siloheuttes at tha peaks Get what I'm saying Encompa**ing all the mayhem Of life and between tha shackles And n***as shootin for ratings They leaving the queens in castles They crumble n turn of counsels Of hating women n children At fathers calling em ba*tards & ma**es turning to pastors And guidance seeking a master But money b**hes arousing And triggers sneaking surrounding I'm just tryna reach out to everyone I ain't done Milirap illest strap wth a flame Feather pen shooting Slum scry away tha rain Sip on the burboun Thank god for the pain Blow on tha herb Or try for the same Put away tha codes I ain't perfect I'm just sayn.. Im just saying I feel for you