Numerous illusions came forward and bore fruit to him
He couldnt deduce or choose which fruit would reduce him
To the simplest of human forms
That which he wishes to endure
That which his fate had incurred hassling an anthill
A dog collar on man's will
A brute brooding in guilt swilling these damn pills
My glands so swole!
You only live once bro!
Fuck a homeopath clapping his handle
Lathering soap
Passing placebos like casual dope
In the hopes of catching egress
Conjuring tinctures
common wisdom of the ancients
That relieved us of the need to be
Treated for these diseases
We're just
All for the antibiotics
Send the doctor my trust and a body
I don't understand like custom Ferrari repair
Then celebrate when they cure
It's More bravado for the narrative
Imperative for sales and it's marvelous work
But glaringly absent
Is any emphasis on our preventative worth
If that shit was tapped into
Damn it'd be blasphemous
Half the industry would be retired from sport
That's out of sorts and out of pocket
And that's expense the pharma CEOs would kill to avoid
Now administer this boy an anesthetic dose of horse tranquilizer
And commit him to ward
Keep me healthy don't make me healthy
Help keep me healthy don't make me healthy i'm strong
Get your hands off my body help Keep me healthy don't make me healthy am i wrong
Help keep me, you don't make me
Gion Ra
Almost reached my limit
But there's a certain distance when you got your heart in it
Hark on from huffing carbon dust and cartilage
Pardon if i wanna be charred in my Gods image
You got disregard for that dawn
Circadian suplex you're starving and low fat
high ego
If it went back to nomad
You'd die before
Gaining knowledge to gnaw in it
Something raw!
Your ma shoulda stuck to her maw
I wonder why youts being born more mawger
Mercenary mealsmen
More than a morive to mangé with
The motive to masticate
Makes your eyes bigger than your stomach
Listen to your guy
The genre/Gion Ra of your gastronomy's gotten to gruff
Well here's a soundbite to much when you chuff
Once you get a taste it never is enough
We teamed up with our NYC homies Backwoodz Studioz, Reservoir Sound, Uncommon and Smoker's Cough to bring you the dopest of NYC's underground on the same album. WATKK
supported by 7 fans who also own “Prescription Egress feat. Gion Ra”
"Whites crazy in the 70s the ❄️ good"
- Castro.
What a dope line, man 😂
I don't know if I'm crazy or not, but this album is good as hell. "So put some 🔥 to the ass end of that 🥦"
Make sure to check out the TOSH sampla on YouTube as well
Thanks to Curly Castro, Backwoodz Studioz, Wrecking Crew, Grift Company, and everyone else involved in making this dope project iativos