COLLECTIVE BASTARDS
[Verse 1: tobi]
These bastards step on ya neck
I’m tryna keep myself blessed, but when ya stress through the roof your vices never move till ya dead
Tryna keep you stuck on a constant loop and your head, plays games with ya smoke another strain till ya red
I’m tryna keep myself blessed, heed the call live by my breath
Raised by the fire the forges stench
My shirt is stretched and there’s bruises on my legs
I’m tryna thug it to the next
My days counted so I’m smoking by the pound till I’m outеd by the rest
Chug the liquor thе mist thicker in my chest
I seen the lens flash, I seen men crash
Fall in a pit left a stain on the pained glass
Took the knife and made a gash
My life passed when I grabbed the flask
Put it down, honesty been in my raps
I’m trapped, by the construct of the past
Forbid the truth so I puff puff-
And laugh
Used to smile but I’m in denial if my path can grow with the trials
I’m masked, I’ve asked philosophers questions of the mass
So I filled the pen with answers from my pad
I collectivize and keep a track of all you bitches in fact
You can talk shit but I tell you what I don’t lack
Pride and anger my ego bout to collapse
I’ve grown and lingered around fake hoes to tell a fucking trap
A punch from tobi always gives a pack
I’ve come around to smoke fags on the same track
Like it’s sixteen, I smoke to that
[Verse 2: KOLLECTOR TZU]
It took a long time
I’m getting sick of this fickle shit that I riddle with piff
I’m over cliffs getting lit with a spliff
Mind cross might drift
Yo heart froze but ya clock might tick, ya heart stops but the time don’t
I’m shining every single time zone, from the slaves like iPhone
We was coming up in the nation where all my kinds wrong
And that’s the shit to leave ya mind blown
Fourteen stuck in my head
And I can’t let these tricks get treats, I rub palms with this get rich scheme
A read of minds leave ya wrist slit clean
But all is money gotta get this cream
It’s just a custom of rule to get it, got it how a hustler move
The shit cloggin up ya mind you get plucked with a tube
Under the broom the dirt’ll leave you stuck in a room
Before I knew it, I was ridden as I dug in my tomb
Three degrees you 'gon feel it if you fuckin with TZU
I was depressed there was just nothing to do
But now I spit it til nirvana as I fuck up the booth
And I just did it for my momma as she did it for us
My life is mine it’s on the line and I ain’t giving it up
The pride of man it must be swallowed put the shit in a cup
And it’s that stove top morning niggas whipping it up
I’m going xanny, whack niggas don’t wanna pay me back
He couldn’t stand on business, now niggas living handicap
Sucker shit, not a fan of that
Crackers say white is truth but quick to always ban the black
I’ma beast, I’ma dog feel like Luda in ‘01
Rolling out like a fool bit of Buddha in my blunt
Ascending quickly everyday KOLLECTOR moving to the sun
You couldn’t beat us couldn’t shoot us with a gun
We smoke that