Napping Under the Echo Tree
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โฑ๏ธ 3:39 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Slizz.
When i was boxing with Vallejo
In Albany Park
It's already dark
And i'm scared of that.
Or was it with Hank Dumas?
In Oakland,
By the lake
Where i openly argued with my fates
Coin purse bulging
Loin cloth bulging
How is it these words are my ointment still?
Measuring years by tooth decay
And ruthless stratagems played in the game of nights
I would describe myself as the Yoshimitsu of Boyle Heights
Most boastful over bowls of rice
Like i'm Caeser with the soul of
It's just a feeling really.
That being that has her being in pointing at what is.
Admittedly,
I stare at her fingers.
Herein defined as that in which Spirit has its Being.
SOULPOWER
SOULPOWER
SOULPOWER
This is the green horse for rap.
I'm putting my money on the green horse for rap.
Listen!
The beginning is the illusion
It is the iron veil conceiling the origin
But here i am
With a key!
This is protected.
Steadfast,
Intimate concentration
I've been gathering
Gathering more and more of the less and less
In the wastelands
Gathering the waning
In my being
Gathering
Everything's constant intention.
That, how did he say?
Gathered, all gathering thinking that recalls.
That devotional organ,
My memory.
I remember.
The riddle written on my ribcage
The eternal recurrance of the same
The Being of all Becoming
The hammer
And the heaviest thought
Banged into absurdity.
I wasted my life microwaving jalapeno poppers.
A love song for whom socks represent eudaimonia.
When i was boxing with Vallejo
In Albany Park
It's already dark
And i'm scared of that.
Or was it with Hank Dumas?
In Oakland,
By the lake
Where i openly argued with my fates
Coin purse bulging
Loin cloth bulging
How is it these words are my ointment still?
Measuring years by tooth decay
And ruthless stratagems played in the game of nights
I would describe myself as the Yoshimitsu of Boyle Heights
Most boastful over bowls of rice
Like i'm Caeser with the soul of
It's just a feeling really.
That being that has her being in pointing at what is.
Admittedly,
I stare at her fingers.
Herein defined as that in which Spirit has its Being.
SOULPOWER
SOULPOWER
SOULPOWER
This is the green horse for rap.
I'm putting my money on the green horse for rap.
Listen!
The beginning is the illusion
It is the iron veil conceiling the origin
But here i am
With a key!
This is protected.
Steadfast,
Intimate concentration
I've been gathering
Gathering more and more of the less and less
In the wastelands
Gathering the waning
In my being
Gathering
Everything's constant intention.
That, how did he say?
Gathered, all gathering thinking that recalls.
That devotional organ,
My memory.
I remember.
The riddle written on my ribcage
The eternal recurrance of the same
The Being of all Becoming
The hammer
And the heaviest thought
Banged into absurdity.
I wasted my life microwaving jalapeno poppers.
A love song for whom socks represent eudaimonia.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.12] Slizz.
[00:30.49] When i was boxing with Vallejo
[00:32.87] In Albany Park
[00:34.35] It's already dark
[00:35.94] And i'm scared of that.
[00:38.21] Or was it with Hank Dumas?
[00:39.95] In Oakland,
[00:41.30] By the lake
[00:42.28] Where i openly argued with my fates
[00:44.66] Coin purse bulging
[00:46.28] Loin cloth bulging
[00:48.24] How is it these words are my ointment still?
[00:52.08] Measuring years by tooth decay
[00:55.82] And ruthless stratagems played in the game of nights
[00:59.15] I would describe myself as the Yoshimitsu of Boyle Heights
[01:03.66] Most boastful over bowls of rice
[01:06.51] Like i'm Caeser with the soul of
[01:11.75] It's just a feeling really.
[01:16.75] That being that has her being in pointing at what is.
[01:21.73] Admittedly,
[01:23.08] I stare at her fingers.
[01:25.34] Herein defined as that in which Spirit has its Being.
[01:30.29] SOULPOWER
[01:32.52] SOULPOWER
[01:34.24] SOULPOWER
[01:36.18] This is the green horse for rap.
[01:38.45] I'm putting my money on the green horse for rap.
[01:41.43] Listen!
[01:42.23] The beginning is the illusion
[01:43.68] It is the iron veil conceiling the origin
[01:46.75] But here i am
[01:48.25] With a key!
[01:49.77] This is protected.
[01:51.12] Steadfast,
[01:54.21] Intimate concentration
[01:55.51] I've been gathering
[01:57.14] Gathering more and more of the less and less
[02:00.66] In the wastelands
[02:02.12] Gathering the waning
[02:03.52] In my being
[02:05.23] Gathering
[02:06.11] Everything's constant intention.
[02:08.17] That, how did he say?
[02:09.92] Gathered, all gathering thinking that recalls.
[02:13.43] That devotional organ,
[02:15.13] My memory.
[02:15.98] I remember.
[02:18.15] The riddle written on my ribcage
[02:20.59] The eternal recurrance of the same
[02:22.64] The Being of all Becoming
[02:24.39] The hammer
[02:25.37] And the heaviest thought
[02:26.28] Banged into absurdity.
[02:28.48] I wasted my life microwaving jalapeno poppers.
[02:34.30] A love song for whom socks represent eudaimonia.
[02:38.43]
[00:30.49] When i was boxing with Vallejo
[00:32.87] In Albany Park
[00:34.35] It's already dark
[00:35.94] And i'm scared of that.
[00:38.21] Or was it with Hank Dumas?
[00:39.95] In Oakland,
[00:41.30] By the lake
[00:42.28] Where i openly argued with my fates
[00:44.66] Coin purse bulging
[00:46.28] Loin cloth bulging
[00:48.24] How is it these words are my ointment still?
[00:52.08] Measuring years by tooth decay
[00:55.82] And ruthless stratagems played in the game of nights
[00:59.15] I would describe myself as the Yoshimitsu of Boyle Heights
[01:03.66] Most boastful over bowls of rice
[01:06.51] Like i'm Caeser with the soul of
[01:11.75] It's just a feeling really.
[01:16.75] That being that has her being in pointing at what is.
[01:21.73] Admittedly,
[01:23.08] I stare at her fingers.
[01:25.34] Herein defined as that in which Spirit has its Being.
[01:30.29] SOULPOWER
[01:32.52] SOULPOWER
[01:34.24] SOULPOWER
[01:36.18] This is the green horse for rap.
[01:38.45] I'm putting my money on the green horse for rap.
[01:41.43] Listen!
[01:42.23] The beginning is the illusion
[01:43.68] It is the iron veil conceiling the origin
[01:46.75] But here i am
[01:48.25] With a key!
[01:49.77] This is protected.
[01:51.12] Steadfast,
[01:54.21] Intimate concentration
[01:55.51] I've been gathering
[01:57.14] Gathering more and more of the less and less
[02:00.66] In the wastelands
[02:02.12] Gathering the waning
[02:03.52] In my being
[02:05.23] Gathering
[02:06.11] Everything's constant intention.
[02:08.17] That, how did he say?
[02:09.92] Gathered, all gathering thinking that recalls.
[02:13.43] That devotional organ,
[02:15.13] My memory.
[02:15.98] I remember.
[02:18.15] The riddle written on my ribcage
[02:20.59] The eternal recurrance of the same
[02:22.64] The Being of all Becoming
[02:24.39] The hammer
[02:25.37] And the heaviest thought
[02:26.28] Banged into absurdity.
[02:28.48] I wasted my life microwaving jalapeno poppers.
[02:34.30] A love song for whom socks represent eudaimonia.
[02:38.43]