Radamiz, Onyx Collective - Plant A Seed

Plant a seed
Every time you spend a dollar
Make a tree, make a stump
Duckin' 12 so much i made a month
Make a sum, make enough to break the bakers thumb
Your rupees they tempted to touch
Greed groupies
Half dementia, half demented
They forget you are loved
That you your mother and mother nature's son
The hero with a thousand faces rearranges his blood
Plant a seed
Every time you spend a dollar, cure a fiend
I see God in the debris
Sorcery in the bling bling
Caucuses in "please"
Augmented the leafy greens, what is it we eat?
In this Noah notebook remixing the flood
Eclipsing Elmur Fudd, swerving shotgun with the sun
Make a Sundance 'bout where we from
but left it as it was
Greed, interest and mud, jeez
Mute wordsmith
Student of purse lifting, church sifting
The bankers set fire to the city in '75, we burn victims
Herb addicts, tax brackets, post traumatic bad bitches
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Plant a seed every time they shoot a seed
Reduced and assume the usefulness of using beats
Choose a fear, lose a breed, groom a human being
Bigger purpose but the start of it is you and me

Talkin' Ezekiel with Kenny Rivero within the South Bronx
Theophilos showed me the honesty when the sound's off
Babies in Moscow shaving hair off to be outlaws
How many kings look like kings when their crowns off?
How many kings look like kings when their crowns off?
How many kings look like kings when their crowns off?
How many kings look like kings when their crowns off?
How many? How many

Plant a seed
Every time you spend a dollar someone bleeds
See treachery at damascus
Treachery on our apps
See peasantry out at saks fifth
$500 ants wearing $1,000 pants to bust a gluttonous dance
Shift the paradigm
Publishing the past like an omen
Shit we strategize
Wondering if cash's worth devotion
Zen in an all out riot but will violent
Split the difference between god and science to breed solace
Roadside picnics out by Auschwitz
Sneaky sneaky stock tip extravaganza
Glock clip bonanza
Dynomites screaming over toddler Palestinians
It's like nobody read Corinthians
We need our prayers with read receipts
I don't want dead police
I don't want nobody slain
It's taking what's left of me
Need our prayers with read receipts
Can't find apologies
Before all these distractions do their best to take light from me
I'll go ahead and plant a seed

Written by:
Isaac Sleator, Isaiah Barr, Radhames Rodriguez

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