Cult-Sure
What is culture but a set of codes? c unified pulse
Is it a cult?
Sure
But yo Po what makes you so sure?
Yo we live this it ain't no brochures can't be a tourist
Focus too much on trees
Might be missing the forest
This is folklore we repping for folks lord
cnd Hitting these notes
That's the ghost cord like Covid in throat sore
Copped a snowboard for slippery slopes
Ya buzz kept getting bigger
Everytime my enemies spoke but fuck em
They can stop these buckets I'm too explosive
Every drop got them feeling all types of new emotions
cin't no rules to art, I took it from Pluto to Mars
Locked out of heaven
Like Bruno Mars
Blasted off like a shooting star
If u do it right! U know who you are
It ain't a stat thing
Path of a king
Since Lauryn hill was singing that thing
There's the culture adders and there's the culture takers
One day we'll wake from our sleep and they'll be no glaciers
Peep the nomenclature culture keep the moment sacred
We risk it all like poker tables
cnd of course they pay us
Wasn't a normal baby born pre-mature
I seen the floor and did the knowledge like Pythagore figure four
No cult figures no cults of personalities
Just cultivate ya inner then culture becomes reality
No mea culpas
People over corporate
You know the culprits
When u feel it in ya soul u know it's culture
We deal with ourselves for better or worse
I jettisoned then bled in my shirt that's gentleman work
They got a formula
They probing us it's chauvinist blowing us up
We know its in us
We got the integral cultural coordinates
They hoarding it
Then selling us short and then applauding us
We bought in it. Hype nets around our neck caught in it
Coopted they threw the lobe we dropped it no other options
The business toxic they sold us out in auctions
True
Pointing fingers shitty contracts like the Pointer Sisters
We missed the point
cnd Then our record sales points were missing
You water soil then the plants grow
That's worth much than bank roll
You can say that again Po
Progress and enhancement fuck a Klansmen
Langston using this blues inside our language
It's not fluke we made it here everyday we faced our fears
Cakespear, they don't like shape of our spear
On the staircase gazing at the orange moon
We knew before the coup
Shit they don't report on the news
We master luck like a horse shoe, serve you with some more food
Place packed like court room
Po we need some more spoons
No cult figures no cults of personalities
Just cultivate ya inner then culture becomes reality
No mea culpas
People over corporate
You know the culprits
When u feel it in ya soul u know it's culture