Cultivation

How's your karma, cutting edge taste
Indoctrinated through your palms

Boy ya sick, go sell your space
I'll be dancing in my mind
Solitude is mine, I'm born from within

They can see it
They can feel it
They believe it
Swiping merit

They can see it
They can feel it
They believe it
Swiping merit

In the words and terms of faith
In the name of grace
It dictates, penetrates your mind
Solitude is mine, I'm born from within

I'm so tired of the truth
I'm so done of chasing it down
It's best if you could be my fever
Reflecting the worst of me and you
Solitude is mine, I'm born from within

In the words and terms of faith
In the name of grace
It dictates, penetrates your mind
Solitude is mine, I'm born from within

Superstition
They were voodooed
Revelation
Talking woo woo

Cult-tivation
Gulp his pension
Validation
Revelation, repetition

Superstition
They were voodooed
Revelation
Talking woo woo

Cult-tivation
Gulp his pension
Validation
Revelation, repetition, repetition, reptition
Dictation, penetration, penetrate, penetrate, penetrate