Testo di 'Mimosa Hostilis' di Kami

He who's back like guess again
Be the og with these new age testaments
They save scrilla as they bumpin on the dilla
Them audio dope dealers and sound wave killers savemoney
Can't join em or kill us with them weak tactics
That be warfare for guerrillas
To them
Soft niggas hurting thats a bunch clay aiken
Starving and shaking how they left em in the basement
Deep down waiting for they spots in the light
But the gloves don't fit those who tossed in the fight
The underhanded left right rotting in the dust
Feeling cold how his soul be so hot to the touch
He speak tongues as he spit to the church
And lost em in they speech when he sparked up the dutch
And thats a med to the cluck
Fuck a nigga life up in the name of a buck
In the city where the wind don't sleep
The sun don't rise how the moon stay peaked
Yo day stand still if you lost them sheep in the nightime
Where them wolves hounding yo dogs if the cuts prime
Rough rough
Rough is how they keep it
The barks so loud that the bite ain't no secret
Unless you wanna peep it
And get left six feet beneath it
Runaway tail tucked little creatures
Preach it when he spoke speak leave em speechless
Kept em breathless every time he seem to breath script
Trust how the words stay clutch
The eyes on the money for them ls that you puff
Yo he open eyes to the unseen
Theories make em dream puffin dimethyltriptamine