My times to valuable to be picking fights with chumps
I’m at a higher level now I’m on the righteous path with monks
So think twice before you pick up a mic and try to off me
I’m not soft; I’ve got the spirit of Mahatma Ghandi
I’m ascending, feeding words of wisdom to my brethrens
Breaking off some bread that’s been leavened
Leaving all of you enlightened here’s a candle stick
Let me light the wick so you can memorize my shit
We need to open up our eyes because our guards down most the time
Cause we still don’t know the time
Cause were forced to feed on lies
We need to open up our eyes to show them were not blind
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