Hippy Hop

Older than the ancients but younger than the states
I'm feeling like a flagship for a new race
I race, to my friends and family
But hurl out my brain cause of the famine
I'm jammin and slammin and crammin my thoughts
Into a new case while the old ones rot
Rottweilers barking for me to run
So I got on my feet fore the morning's done

I'm a hippy hop artist that's spirit is one
With the earth and the body but isn't done
I'll play this game that's never won
I'll enter second before the dead sun

I dress in bags all around my chest
My pockets have pockets and pockets like that
With a rock on a string tied round my neck
You'll laugh a little when I nap on my deck
And I'll deck any fool that tries to fuck with me
I'd rather sit tight but when I stand you flee
Preaching nonviolent violence murdering with a breath
You'll wish in the end that you actually met death

I'm a hippy hop artist that's mind is done
My spirit's grounded to my body as one
I'm entering second and won't finish at third
Good thing there's no end, game's flipped the bird

Take a lick take a dick you'll still make me sick
Be nice be cruel but bad endings for you
I fear for this race cause it's come to a halt
In the mental development but that's not my fault
This progressive regressive contagious disease
Like religions and politics spreading with ease
More minds can be closed than the ones that I'll open
But imma keep going for those willing to listen