What is it 'bout your day-to-day that makes you want to stay awake?
That urge to never fade away is what informs the fabricate
Don't become a minion to the thoughts that they disseminate
They'll leak you of your crimson, assassinate your magistrate
What is it 'bout the engines, made us need to save the world?
When you don't invite your friends in, you the type to fade a girl
A wispy little WASP, you shifty with the costs
Threaten when you're tossed, and unable to walk
Shook when you're sober, organize some fucking donors
Shooting up more than a "nice guy" or a "loner"
Nice whip, is she a loaner? Hate to decimate facades!
That shit that slump a stoner, crates to elevate from sod
Won't be rating nods! Who can test a funk?
Take from chest to dunk? Paid off to bless a monk?
To dispel a belief, fortify to keep the teeth
Look for holes in what they preach, that's all I can teach!
Who do you want to be?
It begs the question
Where you destined to be?
It begs the question
Who's the one that you see?
It begs the question
It begs the question
Elevate your discretion
Third eye, can you see?
It begs the question
What you selling to me?
It begs the question
Are you chained? Are you free?
It begs the question
It begs the question
Elevate your discretion
Who the hell is he telling me where heaven be?
When they know nothing about my people, spiritually
Couldn't even practice these indigenous ceremonies
The salesmen selling this as profit, for my people, for their own benefit
Prescribe a sick pill, then they market it as medicine
Program our minds, then manipulate intelligence
Begs the question, of that fraudulence is evident
Just 'cause you ignorant, don't mean you innocent
'Specially you believing everything you reading off the internet
It's not legitimate, too dissonant, they talk, I hear 'em but they listening
Healing in nature's herbs, Earth's medicine
Natural stimulant, got flow like butter, moving body ligaments
And sending eminence with experiments, ain't with these
Hallucinogenic specialists, that some abuse while others use 'em for their bettering
Respect a person's culture, and this Earth we living in
This should be the minimum, but in this school of simpletons
Some consider this a high curriculum
Got our own opinions, everybody's different
So gotta do that due diligence, 'cause some be getting too specific
Taking all them diddlings written in the Book way to effing serious
Who do you want to be?
It begs the question
Where you destined to be?
It begs the question
Who's the one that you see?
It begs the question
It begs the question
Elevate your discretion
Third eye, can you see?
It begs the question
What you selling to me?
It begs the question
Are you chained? Are you free?
It begs the question
It begs the question
Elevate your discretion
you've got to love reflective, often claustrophobic, and cryptically heartfelt hiphop, especially when the artist does most of their own production The Thought
probably gonna be the best underground record of 2020, barring something truly phenomenal that I'm not anticipating. deep, dense, decadent. The Thought
