Money on my mind racing
Feel time chasing
What makes the world turn
Fresh outta dark spaces
Kin with the stars
I’m clean
You know that sun bathing
Uh
I won’t
See no complacency
Life is what you make it see
Horoscopes are designed to
misconstrue what the fates can see
Half you n****s is miserable
The other half live with apathy
Social images tarnishing art
Digital masterpiece
Yeah
Who you go your majesty
Fathers or who you pray to
Regardless you follow legacy
We forsaken the vision
We fallen with all the vanity
Galactus
Get to snapping like Thanos
Enter the galaxy
Woo
Ya know I
Jah know every sin in my life
Left stains I could never do right
Dark days going into dark times
Been a long
Been a long
Night
Been a long long night
Oh oh
Yeah
Horrified
Horror like
Insane certified
Middle finger to the system
Illumanti oversite
Sorta like
Hmm yeah
Lizard brain
Prototype
Wait a minute
Been a minute
Run the footage
Seen it right
I’m calling on me n****s
All in on me
Said you cant disarm me
Pistol rockets
Cloaked in designer
I Got a garment on me
Murakami written
Keep the story short
I roll with armies
Pop a zombie
Keep em from running on me
Running til I cant more
Until the Summer falls
Sit me down with the spirits
Give me that summer youth
You can give all of your heart
Or just the sum of you
They’ll raise you up to cut you back down
So what you got to loose
I been all
I been you
Being me
Make a noise
Make a move
Make it so
I can choose
Yeah
I ain’t had a drink in about two months
I ain’t take a hit in about two blunts
What we really talking about
I’m too blunt
Man I’m high as a m*****
High as a m*****
I ain’t have a drink in about two months
I ain’t take a hit in about two blunts
What we really talking about
Im too blunt
Man I’m high as a
Yo
Hold up
Wait
Yo
Seeking asylum in foreign seas
Where the finding the thelma with no Louis
Over cliffs into mountains
Im into Marcus
If I could live under Garvey
I won’t get marked by the beast
Yes
Heavy rains
Pouring on me
You know I’m clean
I’m just trying raise without the
Marketing schemes
Speaking through ancestors
The chorus is Congolese
They marvel just for a second
Wherever the Congo leads
I Mambo with enemies
Striving for inner peace
Yeah
Or light
All light
Oh oh
Get high
Get high
High with me
MURPHY
An Apparatus is a collective term.
Sometimes given in Latin as ‘Apparatus Criticus’,
For introductory explanations and other aids to the study of a text.
This case is a Brooklish variant.
