Trippen (Blind World Album Version)

[Verse:Canon]
Ain't got time for the games y'all playing
It's alot at stake, I'ma get my plate, eat whatever on the plate plus eat that bacon beef I'm jerky I'm just saying
Skip these chickens Ima go ham

Forget whatever hataz in the back been sayin
I been a runner for the father ever since I done landed

Picture this yes this yes No candid We all better shoot for the one who granted access to eternal liven To the matchless one compassionate for the one that lacks it

Brotha that's far from average
Try to find it but it's kinda like you trying find a dandy marriage

One man who loved, any body unlovable try to find a man like God who has it?

Boy he the best out
You an try put en to another God they will x out

My God he's sets out
Every thizle that he pre ordizzles way before their set out

My God ain't close to yuos Cuz
My god a make yours look- like a little posta child

Try to compare em it's ova now
He the real jahova you can't tell the other hova go sit down

Can't nobody com pare doc
Your god is like a ramen noodle
Next to the olive garden

I beg my pardon in reality your God is like a station wagon to Aston Martin

You got the ball this a hand off
And this is old news I could of gave it to you like grandpa

Or even better yet a grandma
Get em by winning them over by the blood wit no tamp ons

What the heck am I talkn bout
Can anybody ever understand what im talkin bout

Yada yada yada yada yada blah blah blah

Thats what im talkin bout

Well I'm tripping like I'm sea sick
But back to the point move a long im sick of this

Tryna be a good rapper? Look what I been running after

Elohim is the one who it is