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isbir leigh - lost.child (tha c.u.l.t iz here 4 u) lyrics

hook:
feel my soul bleed
tryna break away from the chains
because i ain’t no slave
tryna find my g-o-d
my uncle always said we was brave
that’s why they say
“whatchu doin!?”
i’m smokin’ weed
i done caused em’ so much pain
don’t tell my mama
i’m shroomin
get up on my frequency
earth, moon and stars in the sp-ce
through love and hate create

1st verse:

everything’s everything
what are we, hypocrits?
yo who’s an angel?
everyone’s having a dance with the devil
but aren’t you wearing a halo?
heard that life is what you make it
so we work, get money and spend it
work, get money and spend it..

no where to run and hide
if the sky’s about to fall
enjoy ya last blunt
and ya last sip of alcohol
ain’t doin so good
look out your window
you see unknown cult in hoods
creepin through a neighborhood, near you!
if money grew on trees
they’d probably lynch us on the branches
come fall backwards
they’ll bury our corpses with no caskets
so us n-gg-s don’t rest in peace
so we poltergiest
provoke they life
eat they souls inside and out!

2nd verse:

ha! what!?
that’s sorta like spiritual cannabilism
this is some lyrical spazz-a-malizm
head on collision with radicalism
h-lla sporadic irrationalism
this is the wrath of mathmaticalism
(akeem tha crazed laughs)

he do what he wanna do
nothin could make this kid stop
terrible 22, raw s-x, drugs n hip-hop
psychadellics on empty stomachs cause ill thoughts
how the dumb b-m n-gg- psyche like alan watts?
huh, watch!
somebody tell my enemies
that isbir leigh & tha homie b’s
cultivating energies
feed em’ food for thought
the cult be cookin the recipe
if they don’t f-ck with it
then it was never meant to be..
sh-t..

hook

(tha c.u.l.t iz here 4 u)

incase you don’t know
this one here iz 4 u
if you feel like you are alone
this one here iz 4 u
if you feel like you are unknown
then the cult iz here 4 u

this is for the
weirdest, wisest, & wittyeist kids
the child who felt they didn’t exist
suicidal and slitting they wrist
they said “you shouldn’t be alive
ridiculous, deralic, hideous kids!”
but it ain’t no thang, but a chicken w-ng
“unknown cult!”
creative underdogs livin this sh-t
ain’t no religion as vivid as this
you can’t believe that it is getting to this

outro:

“yea, tell em where we from!”

tell em where the f-ck you from!
the slums of africa to ameri-k-k-ka!
what!?
tell em where the f-ck you from!
the slums of africa to ameri-k-k-ka!

- isbir leigh lyrics

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