Angekok ft. Skinny Dweeb Lyrics

Consciousness expanding when I'm high

Multicolored images just render in my eye

Gotta die and multiply to reach the duat height

I botanize concepts preachers and the teacher's hide

You gotta buy food for thought ,it's acquired taste

Never wine ,straight shot's leave em traumatized

No love or law it's world war ,niggas vomit ice

Can't stuck in traffic I've been rolling with the Shaman guide

Angekok for the Native and the Hippy tribe

I could save a leaf or help a man defeat a repo

Defeat a repo,I might even help deceive a reaper

I chill with Reaper it's a rip off,people need the Biko

This picture wasn't even painted for the human eye

Psychedelics show you Ja in Jamica Shrine

You can't peep it with your eyes ,need a third eye

Real eyes realize,nigga never lie

They tell the truth in the streets we just listen

All it took was a gram and a rizla

Mark my words baby boy pay attention

You ain't gon learn If you feeling under pressure

The streets switch sides like the timing of the weather

Ain't no nigga that gon act like it's better

Never cross the line cause this life gon hurt ya

Pick a side cause the devil finna enter

Yea

Its like I'm talking to my side chick hoodwink eyes flinch and a sigh glitch

Gang shit ,tell the truth boy never snitch

High pitch

Sapient sangoma ishh,sanatorium for the human and the dying fish

In ATA double 7 like Illicic,passing all these hoes coz my mood rich(modric)bitch

Niggas bitchin they be flipping boy they mood switch

Amastad for my niggas I'ma ride I

Sacrifice,keep your goats out my fat pie

No need to try ,you can die while just walking by

Greener pastures,greener pincers how we move and glide

We live to die, pick a side or you'll die quick

Where you heading if you not up in a cockpit

My first 8 was short deep limerick

You know it's sick and its authentic if you cop'd it

They tell the truth in the streets we just listen

They tell the truth in the streets we just listen

All it took was a gram and a rizla

Mark my words baby boy pay attention

You ain't gon learn If you feeling under pressure

The streets switch sides like the timing of the weather

Ain't no nigga that gon act like it's better

Never cross the line cause this life gon hurt ya

Pick a side cause the devil finna enter

They tell the truth in the streets we just listen

All it took was a gram and a rizla

Mark my words baby boy pay attention

You ain't gon learn If you feeling under pressure

The streets switch sides like the timing of the weather

Ain't no nigga that gon act like it's better

Never cross the line cause this life gon hurt ya

Pick a side cause the devil finna enter