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One day, I reflected on how contradictory life is. So I used all the contradictions I've either witnessed or experienced as the foundation behind the concept. I kept the name "Biscuit" as a metaphor for "food for thought".
lyrics
Wrong to be a dreamer, right to being biased
Hard to be a leader when you fighting with no guidance, sleeping less to worry more, why do I need eyelids?
Morals died as money grew, time increased the violence
Lies between your truth, but it's truth between your lying
Jealous clouds can block the sun, but the sun keeps shining
Perfect imperfections of the world that we adore so
Your body your temple yet you go and pierce your torso
Tattin' up my birthright, smoke away my birth mind
Granted with the lords gift, yet I still ignore mine
Simple stops complex, if complex can be thought-less
Improvise when need be, puzzle isn't solved yet
Nothing can stop man still, propellers take that man high
Natures force is nothing, umbrellas keep that man dry
What's it all worth when a gift becomes a curse
We have to accept it, and see who reach the promise land, first
Guilty men have walked free, innocents have lost life
Hunger being televised, famous for the wrong price
I can't get on tv when I'm living for the right cause
Symbolizing greatness mixing money with some nice cars
Ignorance is common sense, uncommon sense is thinking straight Niggaz do illegal shit, just to get they legals straight
New ways of an old love, lust replaced that good shit
Fuck a bitch to compliment her, pay you for some good dick
It's a crazy ass world son! To an end is where the worlds come
And we invited it with open arms
Rappers with right of passage like they wrote in Psalms
You can see my future in my open palms
No gypsy can permiss me to evoke it wrong
I roll up that lotus flower bomb and sustain ambition
Picture perfect but the painter's missing.
credits
released April 14, 2012
Contains a sample of Portishead's song titled "Biscuit".
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