Eliyah T.P. - The Buddhist

Contemplate
Who gone be on my dinner plate
Take a trip down to the bay
Cheifing on some purple haze
Leaning to the side
Got me leaning to the side, Yuh Yuh
Leaning to the side
Leaning to the side
Yuh Yuh
Leaning to the side
Leaning to the side
Yuh Yuh
Leaning to the side
Leaning to the side
Yuh Yuh
Leaning to the side
Leaning to the side
Yuh Yuh
Okay, enough of that druggy shit
I'm not a cop so no I cannot cuff the bitch
Just trying fuck and jump not on that cuddle shit
Took the eight fold path and life I am loving it
I got more eyes on me than Mississippi
Know when I die I cannot take it with me
Still live it up till the reaper come me
Live for the moment, get money like Diddy
Hello it's
The Buddhist you love
The Buddhist on drugs
The Buddhist that don't give a fuck
The Buddhist that's wicked like thugs
The Buddhist that's verbally serving these punks
I though I told you niggas I'm a prophet
Come to this rapping shit I got it locked in
Ain't gone get up to my level so stop it
Feeling charged up ain't no charger or socket
(Bitch)
Nina so Darko I call that bitch Meechy
Architect mind and you know the Juice in me
Sawed off shotty got 'em running like Ricky
Sorry for the threats the devil is in me
Sorry my nigga but that's just duality
Don't no bitch niggas reside in my faculty
Healing and wounding with my verbal alchemy
She ride my dick like she tryin burning calories
Can't lie, love luciferian flows
Eyes start to glow, bitch I'm going Sage mode
Dope like the candy you put in your nose
Just like the herbs that you inhale and blow
I am Jahseh and this beat is Geneva
Smoking exotic sativa
Sharp like a brand new meat cleaver
Straight out the package
Think yo bitch ten, but really she average
Already cracked her
So you can have her
Back
Call chiropractor, got bad back
Slide in that pussy no baseball cap
I'm buffed up
Like The Rock wearing Cartier's
Overlooking these niggas like Farris Wheel
Every function I step in, they all stop and stare
Kidnap ya bitch, drag her down to my lair
Hello it's
The Buddhist you love
The Buddhist on drugs
The Buddhist that don't give a fuck
The Buddhist that's wicked like thugs
The Buddhist that's verbally serving these punks
I though I told you niggas I'm a prophet
Come to this rapping shit I got it locked in
Ain't gone get up to my level so stop it
Feeling charged up ain't no charger or socket
(Bitch)
Lose my peace, I go berserk
Bust more than rhymes when I make it hurt
R.I.P. face on a tee shirt
No body found that acids works
Breaking Bad, I'm cooking up
Come to lab work, can't fuck with us
It's all good man, I'm lawyered up
Blow ya face off like yo name Gus
Bitch I'm Sasuake with that Sake
Max Payne with this 12 Gauge
Tongue on full clip, I let it spray
Verbally catching bodies, I don't play
Won't say it twice
Niggas faker than white a Jesus Christ
(Uh)
Jesus Christ
Save everyone, but can't save I
All bullshit and lies
Looking at you with side eye
And why would I talk to a god, when a god is already in me?
Nigga pray to who? I'm my own deity
Follow ya own path, do as you please
In human nature, fuck secrecy
Now before you condemn and claim blasphemy
Let me remind you who I be…
Hello it's
The Buddhist you love
The Buddhist on drugs
The Buddhist that don't give a fuck
The Buddhist that's wicked like thugs
The Buddhist that's verbally serving these punks
I though I told you niggas I'm a prophet
Come to this rapping shit I got it locked in
Ain't gone get up to my level so stop it
Feeling charged up ain't no charger or socket
(Bitch)

Written by:
Eliyah Russell

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