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 Sep 2015
PhiWrit
Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi

This is a beat for all the ****** freaks
Smokin the keef til they get wide cheeks
Yo we got them blunts rolled proppa
With a fat core of shatta, even Big Poppa
Would hit it, then hit it again, spit a refrain
About how that **** smoke makes the brain
Feel so sane, goes with the grain, healing pain
I'm the DEA's bane of existence,
All because of my dank scents
But all we tryin' to do is make rents
For my friends, choppin ends
Put it in a crock *** but not too hot
Leave it in the spot for a while

Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi

Spend the time with a fat pile
Of hash, spittin that medicated style
About the cash that
We goin to make from the batch
Once this plan hatch
Time's up open up the hatch
See the green butter be quick to ******
It up in the cheese cloth
While it's still nice and soft
Strain out the chaff from the grain
For a better product better do it again
Cause you wanna have the fame in the game

Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi

Known by the name of the green baker
Risk taker, Swimmin in money lakes-er
Don't ***** wit the shakes
except for personal bakes
Only keef rinses sinces
you don't chinces
Keep the potencies
Gotta keep pounds around
One from each corner of town
Keepin your inventory down
Most diverse selection **** elections
With all that and the dope sound
And nobody around to **** with your crown

Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi
Took a **** at 4:20 and this came out, shout out to the Notorious BIG, and Bob Marley, I be bumpin thee every day an hour after twenty past three.
 Sep 2015
PhiWrit
You cannot see the fire that's why you call the God above a liar
But you can't feel the love for why I bow to Him as my sire
He lit up my desire inside for truth you could call it Fire
For me that Fire is warmth, and calls my soul to come forth
But to you it is a burnin' pyre, don't come back to me to heal the hurt
You were the ones that called Him a liar
The same flame that burnt up ***** and Gomorrah
Is wrought from the same name from which this Word came
*Drops Mic*
 Sep 2015
PhiWrit
I've met a lot of ill women
While I've been swimmin'
and skimmin through this ocean
Trying to find one to show my devotion
The journey has gone as thus;
I tried a Virgo, and Aquarius
The latter was the scariest
I tried to get freaky with a Scorpio
Her mind was too ***** though
But it started with a Leo
That chance I'd blow
I thought I'd found it in the Sag co
But in the end I never forgot the Szajko
(Sound that one out)
I went through the whole zoo,
I'm always found in front of you
Just a poor Jew trying to make up for
All the fire I put you through before.
Not the same pyre I spat to that Sag *****.
 Sep 2015
PhiWrit
Don't take offense,
all of you on the fence,
no need for defence,
I've loved you since we began,
I'll do all I can,
to show you the love man.
 Sep 2015
PhiWrit
Pinky finger on tha trigger
Got my mind on the Scripture
I'm shooting wild style
Keeping a low profile
Ain't heard such as this
In a ****** long while
Don't try and diss
Else I **** and ****
All over your face
Don't matter your race,
It'll go down your throat,
So you learn not to gloat
The Lord keeps All afloat
This truth'll make you choke
**** so dense you think it's smoke
But if you choke then you'll croak
And I don't want to see any bloke
Go out in vain without
The Lord's name, out yo mouth,
Call it a shout out
"Ei! Ei! lord you hath forsaken me,
Now Christ rules this day"
The old way, Satan ruled over thee
Now you be walkin the new way
A new path free, His Son's blood hath
Redeemed you of the sins causing His Wrath
 Sep 2015
PhiWrit
All these sucka MCs I can't afford'em
You know I just let the Lord go an sort'em
I got y'all contortin' and consortin'
With the Devil to give me Hell
You can't tell that my sword fell
The fallen angel down there he dwell
Got it from Michael, the last half is Kyle
That's Hebrew for victorious
For Him I am fervorous 'n'

Mother ******' Furious

The world's situation is serious
Y'all straight out of it delirious
Overtaken in sin
You're way too curious
Where the hell do I begin
To let you know how to win
Against the Ego, deal the blow
Of submission, help you win
That is my mission, this is a confession

Let's start this session

Begin the lesson
Don't be stressin', soon you'll be bestin'
And bullet-proof vestin' through the wild west son
No need for the Smith n Wesson got a killer kush gun
You put on the Raiment of truth that protects one's
Youth; That's innocence,

Make sense?
https://youtu.be/1PUlXX5xuTE?t=25

Breaks in the poem correspond with the breaks in the instrumental.
 Sep 2015
PhiWrit
Most of you actin like you know who I am
But this Jew's been running ****
since before you began
That's right I ran, th-is real
I'm a Son of Man, I've got His plan
To set fire to the field
Burn the chaff, watch and laugh
(Ha Ha Ha, Ha Ha)
As He saves the other half from His untimely wrath
You think your Ego can beat this wheat
"Get up and Go"
He will use you as a footstool after your defeat
The lake of fire is your destined seat.
So take a receipt for your life,
And the strife, don't forget your wife
Any sins against her, He'll be sure you burn.

(Huh)

It's Your Turn,
Run the Jews
Set to the Instrumental of "Run The Jewels"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mY9Z-RDCsM
 Sep 2015
PhiWrit
I owe my grandma 2 grand, the chronic abusing man
Drinking straight liquid THC if I can
Agent Cryptic the heart stroker
Thought provoker, the ATF sativa smoker uh
I like to praise Jesus in my stanzas
And these cheeks I'm turning em
The modern bard, throw down hard
With the Dialogues in my library, your philosophy is contrary
I'm not a shy Jew, for I am in service to you
When I fall in love, I can only go up
Ask the Lioness, only left cause of stress
She tried to help, then I put the Chuck Bukowski on her
(Why you wanna... choose drugs over me?)
Girl you crazy? The details, hazey
No time for manipulative ****
Mess with me I'll toss you in the Tartarus pit
My emcee act it's, hella bombastic
These lyrics I spit make your soul ecstatic
So if you wanna know how I flow, these Phi seeds I sow
With the bass low, making your speakers blow
Then let me get down
Channeling the spirit of Christopher Wallace

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