Mimosa Hostilis

He who's back like guess again

Be the og with these new age testaments

They save scrilla as they bumpin on the dilla

Them audio dope dealers and sound wave killers savemoney

Can't join em or kill us with them weak tactics

That be warfare for guerrillas

To them

Soft niggas hurting thats a bunch clay aiken

Starving and shaking how they left em in the basement

Deep down waiting for they spots in the light

But the gloves don't fit those who tossed in the fight

The underhanded left right rotting in the dust

Feeling cold how his soul be so hot to the touch

He speak tongues as he spit to the church

And lost em in they speech when he sparked up the dutch

And thats a med to the cluck

Fuck a nigga life up in the name of a buck

In the city where the wind don't sleep

The sun don't rise how the moon stay peaked

Yo day stand still if you lost them sheep in the nightime

Where them wolves hounding yo dogs if the cuts prime

Rough rough

Rough is how they keep it

The barks so loud that the bite ain't no secret

Unless you wanna peep it

And get left six feet beneath it

Runaway tail tucked little creatures

Preach it when he spoke speak leave em speechless

Kept em breathless every time he seem to breath script

Trust how the words stay clutch

The eyes on the money for them ls that you puff

Yo he open eyes to the unseen

Theories make em dream puffin dimethyltriptamine