Trxnto - Buddha

I think about my family and how long that they'll survive
The simple question why is said to stand the test of time
Me? I'm breathing air just fine the birds are tweeting going by
Though It's seeming like theyre free as me with wings along their side
Crack a joke and pack a smoke she knows that she can ask to know
I'm bouncing left and back and forth I'm on a beat with sampled chords
Remove my head and cast and orb I'm storm in the fantastic four
A cry for help in scattered smoke won't rest relief to scanty crows
I'm floating like a Buddha monk
You trying but ain't doing much
I slide on beats with fluid funk
You sound like outta fluid trucks
I feel like I don't do a ton
I usually just ruin stuff
Am I coming through enough
Am I coming through enough
Wonder if I'm coming through enough

The Buddha open up his eyes and see his cousins grow in size
There's not much he can do within his Cenozoic life
See, I talk to me in dreams but he's the one that's showing signs
I been on the set of power rangers, this shit mighty morphing time
Mama said I'm flowing nice
I'm in the air with open skies
No handlebars, still rode the bike
Popped a wheelie floating high
I don't rhyme I poem scribe
I'm in the circus throwing knives
Grenade on top of toast, I eat it hoping it explode inside
They bred me as a monster in the castle brawl I'm throwing light
Bunch of ill advice I had to build shit off my own designs
Prototypes alike and every crescent moon the code refines
Entities on speed dial product of their node device
Don't you know I'm cold as ice
Don't you know I'm cold as ice

Drop a third verse
This one gonna hurt worse
Sitting in a church service staring at a pervert
Lemme take it further
Eat you up like gerber
You just baby food to me
It's like I'm getting nurtured
Looking at my body I'm just an observer
I'm mechanically supreme and I'm a quantum surfer
Aint no baddies at this thing we gotta hit the swerver
Get the fuck up outta this and hit the stu to murder
Mic get too hot there to hold you'll let it go with burnt nerves
And they say the game is smooth, slicker than an earth worm
Say they ain't deserve to die but why do we deserve birth
Say the weather getting hot but I'm still hearing hearing "ber bers"
The Big Mac is still a top 5 burger

Written by:
Trent Rodenborn

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