Angekok ft. Skinny Dweeb Lyrics

Consciousness expanding when I'm high

Multicolored images just render in my eye

Gotta die and multiply to reach the duat height

I botanize concepts preachers and the teacher's hide

You gotta buy food for thought ,it's acquired taste

Never wine ,straight shot's leave em traumatized

No love or law it's world war ,niggas vomit ice

Can't stuck in traffic I've been rolling with the

Shaman guide

Angekok for the Native and the Hippy tribe

I could save a leaf or help a man defeat a repo

Defeat a repo,i might even help deceive a reaper

I chill with Reaper it's a rip off,people need the Biko

This picture wasn't even painted for the human eye

Psychedelics show you Ja in Jamica Shrine

You can't peep it with your eyes ,need a third eye

Real eyes realize,nigga never lie

Ya

They tell the truth

In the streets

Everyday we just listen

All it took was a gram and a rizla

Mark my words

Baby boy, pay attention

You ain't gon learn

If you feeling under pressure

The streets switch sides

Like the timing of the weather

Ain't no nigga that gon act

Like his better

Never cross the line

Cause this life gon hurt ya

Pick a side cause the devil

Finner enter

Its like I'm talking to my side chick

Hoodwink eyes flinch and a sigh glitch

Gang shit ,tell the truth boy never snitch

High pitch sapient sangoma ishh,

Sanatorium for the human and the dying fish

In ATA double 7 like Illicic,passing all these hoes coz my mod rich bitch

Niggas bitchin they be flipping boy they mood switch

Amastad for my niggas ima ride I

Sacrifice,keep your goats out my fat pie

No need to try ,you can die while just passing by

Greener pastures,greener pincers how we move and glide

We live to die,pick a side or you'll die quick

Where you heading if you not up in a cockpit

My first 8 was short deep limerick

You know it's sick and its authentic if you cop'd it

Ya

They tell the truth

In the streets

Everyday we just listen

All it took was a gram and a rizla

Mark my words

Baby boy, pay attention

You ain't gon learn

If you feeling under pressure

The streets switch sides

Like the timing of the weather

Ain't no nigga that gon act

Like his better

Never cross the line

Cause this life gon hurt ya

Pick a side cause the devil

Finner enter

They tell the truth

In the streets

Everyday we just listen

All it took was a gram and a rizla

Mark my words

Baby boy, pay attention

You ain't gon learn

If you feeling under pressure

The streets switch sides

Like the timing of the weather

Ain't no nigga that gon act

Like his better

Never cross the line

Cause this life gon hurt ya

Pick a side cause the devil

Finner enter