Indigenous Man - Dot Demo

I play the gods of the earth

Spawn of the dawn

Carried on by a curse

Doomed the day I started like mama gave birth in a hurst

We mark the calendar red X on the first

They be FedEx’n that work

Bet if I flex I’ll make the Feds go bizzerk

I rock my 40 top suede timbalands in any weather

Clean hooptie V, seats soft as Parisian leather

Forming with the season I see they your knock off sweater

Like papa legba

The underworld got me locked in forever

Still I prevail with wings an a halo like

What the hell

I might as well kill these demons off while I’m breathing

Enter the evening guided by Deities who believe me

Way more then I believe in them

Bow your head or be condemned

Open yo eyes realize the war against yourself

They want your soul, you want the glitter, gold, infinite wealth

Expand the knowledge

Why you tryna spend ya whole life bicker’n over dollers

Wit backstabbers an baby mommas

They tryna lock us physically, mentally, spiritually but lyrically I got em

Hide the body never could find em

Sacred vernacular shall reign on the land

Now raise yo hand for the indigenous man

I’m living like I got the 7 pillars in my trunk

Loaded an drunk

An honestly never gave a flying 750 fuck

We Cooped up in that canned sedan

Like damn should’ve got a truck

Still smoking that Amsterdam with som Amsterdam in the cup

I’m Kobe cold in the clutch

Switch’n gears like a different outfit

I flip the flow an shock show

You not fit for this outlet

Riding thru gothem bring’n the pain like Bruce Wayne

From the burbs 2 house’n

You jus be lounge’n like the broken Alfred

I’m out for degenerate illiterate listeners

Criticizing the industry

Based off these phony visitors

Generate’n the hidden agenda

For murdered presidents

An fly villas

I had 2 keep it trill for my niggas

They main concerned is when we bout 2 blow

Acting like when you a shooting star the more you know

My rhymes is Morris coda

I shine my light when the pen ignites

Then grab the mic

As the beat explodes

Open yo eyes realize the war against yourself

They want your soul, you want the glitter, gold, infinite wealth

Expand the knowledge

Why you tryna spend ya whole life bicker’n over dollers

Wit backstabbers an baby mommas

They tryna lock us physically, mentally, spiritually but lyrically I got em

Hide the body never could find em

Sacred vernacular shall reign on the land

Now raise yo hand for the indigenous man

My grandfather cracked the code 2 civilization

An pasted it down like a rouge mason

Now I’m sitting in this basement pacing

Erasing all of that false information

I’m blindly chasing

Taking straight shots

My chest hot

Cause the proof high

That stove top made the crew pop

So know only time we stops 2 get gas from the smoke shop

My life is borderline almost in boiling water

Shall a precious daughter fulfill my cyph

I’m cursed for living so trif

Teacher, teacher

I jus got myself a mèsa, told me that she see my future

An I’m really not gon need ya

Cause I’m bound.

for greater things hidden knowledge of the bleacher

But I better make it last

Cause my times up fast

Hit the other side tried 2 find no grass

They said it’s always greener

An I’m tryna roll some weed up

Kick my feet

An relax

Somehow enjoy this stress

Let the voices rest

What a gorgeous death

Open yo eyes realize the war against yourself

They want your soul, you want the glitter, gold, infinite wealth

Expand the knowledge

Why you tryna spend ya whole life bicker’n over dollers

Wit backstabbers an baby mommas

They tryna lock us physically, mentally, spiritually but lyrically I got em

Hide the body never could find em

Sacred vernacular shall reign on the land

Now raise yo hand for the indigenous man