5 December 2012
Rock and roll Tats and bowls Money is the mission till this society falls
Rats and roaches Prisons and people poachers Lost children roam the streets Lace your mental atop these beats
Fought into to the game First generation to sow Never be the same Remember my name My Acid spits Disperse your crew bro
Teo the terrible With a voice that harasses Pushing packages through tight passes Millions of kids taste finely designed strains Putting them on their asses Medicating the masses
Bend time while sipping fine wine Slow is the pace with this Kush blunt of mine Master of my own destiny Faith in myself Not intelligent design
Spit Till It Falls • Opuss № I