Ode To My

An ode to my nigga
An ode to this family—
Its Bardo with the sampling and
The Buddha never pampered kings
A dharma prose no ramblingg
A blissful gist to a pure land is a sure promise…
If dharma’s a creed, you can call me adonis
Always on the bomb ISH…
They say you got some strong shit
Some sweat—faint while others vomit
Hold on like a promise
And its deep like sum bong rips…
Movements with my nigga Phil
Students of that shit for real
Grab it when its hot— and get ya fill—
Inthejar invest in will, will i stay head strong
Before its all gone, your right and i’m dead wrong
Just call saul, living in a paradox
Mismatched like pairs of socks
Are they prepared to watch
Debuting tonight it ain't fair just stop
I’m blazing everywhere—well aware of cops
Loud green in the air, ya can’t hear the block
My ears’ll pop, drop shift to another gear
Hovering in the atmosphere
Seeing the past, at last i’m here…
I had to laugh as I gasp for air
To mt. meru summit, doubt and you plummet
Its stephen strange with his sutra sayings…
Detached from the root of vain
Commute to compute just to school the game
Signing off— BUDDHA, yeah you knew the name