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third eye protege - raw pork lyrics

(intro)
whats the code to control my life?
i know that my soul so before its time

god is great, but he stole my knive
now watch her snort a line, as i pour my wine

(verse 1)
vouple 40’s anda scythe, drink morning till its night
and according to the lord of h-ll
i’m boring and i’ll never sell!
offers help, i could tell-
from that moment i propelled
smoking out the zifandel
this won’t benefit my health!
spreading like bubonic plague
dressing all up on my plate
that b-tch got some turkey legs
wonder if that bird got brain…

yeah
my sisters good at cr-ps
slayed a game of chance, and turnt like 15 to a rack
scratched
i omit it if its wack, lifted off some dabs i turnt a 16 to a track

(bridge)
all the sh-t that’s at stake
no mistakes
keep my steak on my plate
and my fate in my face…

ayo
they say that life’s a b-tch
yeah i suppose…
but i just poured myself a drink
i’m bout to smoke
ignore me cause you sleep
yo ima ghost
they catch feeling cause i’m writing
and i’m focused on my growth

(hook)
all my friends
steady trip i got no audi – ends
all depends
if i’m on a mission for my audi-ence
on the pen
i’m the sh-t
thats legit
p-ss a spliff
crack a lid
and get a better plug if that’s still hard to get
the sodas flavored tamarind
but i been sippin’ water
isn’t that a b-tch?
and i been eating salads, “he’s a f-ggot, sh-t”
i don’t mean to offend
it’s just these words i’m seeing patterns with-
whats the p-ssword to that motherf-ckin’ saturn-ship

roll a blunt
then smoke it up
hold my tongue
when posers stunt
grab the dug out
i’m a “one hit” wonder
thats a herbal pun…

(verse 2)
i used to watch sp-ce jam every single day man…
michael jordan still ate those ballpark franks
back when sean don was john my mom caved, i-
got that morgeson nose but not the name!
fork a portion of pork thats on my plate
if yall divorce, then of course that’s gone raise the rates
like atreus
im a father to a snake
arrachera getting blazed
because im raising all these stakes…
whats a force that’s more important than some faith?
no se…
i used to be an atheist spent schooldays just debating kids
then lucifer had saved me, sh-t
“thanks for my music gift!”
dangerous with syncopation, yes…
i’m a sick caucasian, yes…
it’s a bit contagious, yes…
we live in the matrix!
testing on the mic ayo check 1, 3
12 arrested me for murder in the first degree

i went to juvy i was just 14…
i need a nubian, booty-thick, beauty queen
i see the rubies and jewelry in her spleen
smoking on the wax, i been working on self esteem
i’ve been watching what i eat
yo i been focused on machines
the singularity’s approaching
elon musk has told me things…
i dont listen to the gov-ment
just like snowden, i dont trust ’em
get some bombs, then “blow” the budget
yall be tripping, always “buggin”
your whole mission just repugnant
full of sh-t, and i’m disgusted
talk my sh-t but it’s redundant
load my clip and shoot the puppet

f-ck it…
ain’t no skipping this discussion
they’re poisoning the kids
but don’t get jail ‘less they touch ’em
artificial colors causing cancer repercussions
heart disease and diabetes…
“feed me cause i’m hungry!”
– me?
i rather cook than eat the drugged meat
relocate the water
take our privacy, play hide & seek with it
think they sleek, and keen witted
they ain’t sl!ck, don’t think different
when they speak, the sheep listen
bruh i got some t–th missin’ !

i’m a f-ckin’ beat-junkie
know i like to keep sc-mmy
rolling up to kid cudi
best not keep my peace (piece) from me …

(verse 3)
been so low-key
they practically think i’m norse
i been golden
since mother told me i’m poor
whoa-
“that’s her ovaries”
put my d-ck in that b-tch that’s just so she bleed
can’t believe i copped a smart hoe
know all these art hoes
they love pic-ssos
and i’m sho’, that im cold
when i’m froze, my eyes closed

cigarettes and redbull help me stack my bread, man
bumming all these shorts , that’s some nasty breath d-mn
protege
young prodigy
b-tch i don’t give , no apology
sh-t, bout to smoke like a pound of seeds
took just a glance for a child to see…

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