I think I need to rhyme this up!Let my style be known to ya'll young cats!
Lookin' for truth, but it is all chit-chat
Dr. DMG just said it!
It's all about them genetics.
I cracked up when I read it.
'Cause it is so true,
But he ain't get it!
Ya'll see,I was born in the roots
In the altitudes of Peru!
I NEED that damn root!
It is part of my people, my truth!
Oh! I need that root!
I juice it up in the blender
All the tools in a glass
Food for the wise
Root for the soul
It can't be ignored
Grasping the power of mother's earth soil!
Tastes just like fruit, sweet and smooth,
My ancestors & the secrets of the powerful fruits,
Moving hundred tons stones,
built an empire of gold s-tones!
Ya'll think they built that eatin' pork chops?
Let it be known,
the knowledge of the world
Let me tell da' secret
one for ya'll to keep it
I fly high like the condor
while ya'll chocking corn-dogs
Think da' body is no more than a trash can?
Arrogants as if they-re god-like
tellin' the people:
"eat this shit while you can, it
is healthy as long as you crap"
I'ma keep it HEALTHY for myself & my fam
As long as I can,
as long as I breath,
Ain't takin' more chances with the junk of the XXX
XXX = google it! LOL!
1 comment:
I fly high like the condor
while ya'll chocking corn-dogs
I feel you Ces!
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