BLOW my HIGH

Blow My High
wont let em cant let em never hold me down
now that they jockin my style
now that they stealin my sound
now that the crowds going wild

dont think that my knee will bow
dont think I wont call you out

now Im just playing my games, now Im just doing my thang
the poeple they want me to sang, I will but what do I say?

but I do my dance,
and I rep with my fans
never abaondon my stance

now I just lower my glance
let me just study my chants
let me just go in my trance

dowsing and dosing, while holding the wizard staff of Moses
Beholding, prophecies, not written but spoken
Hot yoga with Jedi master Yoda,
memories are the closest thing to closure
I control ya, I can roll ya

Angels and aliens, contact with the pale pleadieans
who resemble ivanka practice tantra and my mantras
banish monsters, glory to the father,
Spit the Ka’ba through my Abba
travel the realms in a mer-ka-ba, minds eye fly
Prophesy, I seek truth untill I die,
I speak life when you speak lies
I banish yo spirit Im cutting the cies