ThirdEye G - Life & Times lyrics

[Verse 1: ThirdEye G] Welcome to the life and times Of the third ideologist Fresh and resurrected since the first time he called it quits Based ghost for president Berserk and that's all there is Reject it and you'll find yourself lost of all consciousness Hold your record deal I want a steel reserve sponsorship This is for my people still Inglewood mobbin' It's the f** rapper rapture and you looking like an offerin' Back in the game for my throne like I pawned the b**h You better off to let me have it back Cruising in my V-Dub wagon like f** a Cadillac Never been impressed with it Bet you we the next to hit And when we do, all I can say is don't doubt the best again Shout-out to Nashville, the city that we came from BZRK the squad making hating rappers want to play dumb Rolling up them dank blunts of sticky when the day's done When pay comes, that's the kind of sh** I'll never stray from [Interlude] Either a prophet or a fiend About 15 to 20 percent of our young people today are exploring their consciousness And as wonders, revelation, there's a deep religious experience You realize that there's more beauty and more meaning and there's this intelligent plan inside your brain There's a new form of energy and I'm in the unfortunate position of being about 20 years ahead of my time Now every year 20 years ahead of your time you're in a risky position Because it always takes one generation for a new form of energy to be accepted [Verse 2: ThirdEye G] It's that producing f**ing prophet and I speak through stream of conscience Enlightenment's upon us And that's me just being honest Feed my soul the greenest ganja Read and weep my deepest sonnets Live and breathe these astronomic ideals and I promise You berserk the team, we on it Motherf**er we ain't stopping Created my persona You personified your objects, in attempts to be the hottest Closed off all your chakras Now we storm the f**ing gates of hip-hop and kept up our promise Not to change for the ratings but change the way they been rating us How many rappers banking but still claiming fame is f**? So we think differently, with exterior motives Won't let the game control us Bring the tree or we won't show up Trying to change the world and blow up So f** what sign you might throw up It ain't enough to slow up my berserk of shoguns So tell me what you promotin', proposin' to do Smokin' those potent doja doses 'til my throat give me flu If only you knew How many people hopin' we lose And I ain't droppin' sh**, I'm just constantly throwing these j**els Hoping that someone can grasp it Fertilizing the tracks with mathematics Created before time had elapsed You collapsing at the sight of a gang full of gods Creating a cause, through brainwaves we ain't lost The lame sh** gets tossed at the entrance of my dojo Spit the sickest flows to keep them tripping like they don't know