FRUITVALE STATION
Verse1. I pick on you like a Fruit in Da Valley my station pop you like a plumb while I'm waiting for my ride in line in DisneyLand I'm a nice guy so I got it like that subway car bars tagged and scarred hard by my black tar my work of art put you to sleep like a long train ride through the Country Side better stay awake be on your A-Game I chop up trees like the curse of Oak Island spitting The Valley Curse even in the back of my black Heroin Hearse I never die just rebirth Treasure shaft hoes love to go up and down on that searching for the Fortune Room 309 is where all they Fortune Cookies is scorching Fruitvale Station I got them sweet gay hoes on track Candywomen's they got so much candy crack they don't know how to act so I teach them like a pig Sir Francis Bacon I'm they Knight from Templar we forever on the celestial treasure map call Shakesphere back nailing hoes on Nolan's Cross I'm Deanna Nolan's boss I get hard human face carved into stone that's how them bull dike hoes make they bones The Tree of Life & Knowledge sprout without a doubt ten points to the key of Universe when I spit and open my mouth decipher my cypher ridahs key stones The Tempflet inscriptions written in my hidden inner sanctom I sank em when they rank bruh Holy Grail mail just ask King Saulaman with my Magical Tailsman Hebrew Jew weed and brew got you seeing The Artifacts of my art at hand
Verse2. No accident when I took over The Earth's surface I did it on purpose bury you haters in the Oak Island treasure chest no resurface we earned it so we burn it the green covering the trees in Fruitvalley Derty Ferty guided by the Rainbow colored Third Eye ball Rainbow Kush & Suicide Kamikaze drank's make sure we stay high till we die & never fall Golden Minorah galora big royal paper torrah torrah no borra or folklora the scora is not Score Bars that's your's Da Vinchi a synch see how I do it like the Ichi Cryptic is a synchy when I see all there is to see drain me like The Swamp them hoes fein by the Swan Princess flock I deliver the message from the hidden treasure with the Hachiman Dove Express colorful ivory spots I slam in your thoughts call me Georges Seurat A Sunday Afternoon is my life a walk in the park I stay on point like 3 dots like sharpened staples to black ash ink blots it's Tabori how I get that Nori my syringe paint brush I clutch with the tightest fist to cuffs paint your microphone I paint Fruitvale Train Station with my Graffiti tagging up Cryptic Murals by the placa blocka blocka no soccer can you really see me? Bull Dikes is gems they sex faces I fossilized them like Mr.Freeze's wife they my ballerinas spinning in my bubble of life woody petrafied me killahz in this Lean Life is the Mercy Point Gateway to the Treasure Vault this is The Third Eye Freemasontry so how you gonna halt Diamond Formation like Player's Club cross between Fruitvale Station catlike reflexes is our senses from the start no 6th Men no bench no rest just Eternal Manifest on the Treasure Chests on this Fortune Quest


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