CHILD OF THE GRID (feat. K-Field, KivenX, Crew, Just Moe & Selassie Drah)

Skeng on the ready
Man ah chatting loosely
Genocidal fantasies
Watching over loose leaves
Many a time man ah coulda been killed
More time man I coulda been doing peels
Approach the feet of the Elohim
As I walk through the valley of the shadows
On road to the gan eden
Pure roses and garden set
Caressing rosary beads
Knees touch earth
Heads placed on the mantle
Moving through the misty rumination thought clouds
Sweet loving of the self but still doubt
Swift shredding of the curtains
Rather be Kurt than Willard
As I journey deeper into the heart of darkness
Calabash shells merge with elements of sand
Discipline holds with the knowledge of the soul
In war it's blindness till the end of my foe
If I cross the threshold, there's no need for withholding
If I cross the threshold, there's no need for Geneva
As I've crossed the threshold, there's no need for deliverance
I said hoe the problem is I don't fuck with them Guys
Hoe the problem is I was really outside
Lucy all around us and pimping the butterflies
Crodies on the corner and quoting incarcerated
I quote em as being mad and slightly aggravated
Them dollars they being taxed they yelling emancipate it
Only a matter of time before we outta patience
Before we tired of grind before we outta payments
Before its fuck the king before its blood on the pavement
It's why I school these niggas and break it down to the basics
Leaders of the era is rather constipated
Full of shit empty noggins and overrated
Fieldtrip culde sac, no relation
Speeding in a chase like they ain't no you and I
They tried to face me I told em it's suicide
I knew I was a weapon ever since I turned five
Drugs in the crib gorillas they never slide
My daddy was the wifi even though we don't connect
Image is perception they called me the devil's prince
The only thing he tried to do was show my ass a way
How can I confess
I gave him all the scripts
I had to take a break and then accelerate
I'm catching waves in a lake how we gone relate
These niggaz hard talk but they deep soft
Louis Vuitton tees turned to internet bosses
Since it's all about the money
I'll be burried with presidents

It would be appreciated if you piped down
Thoughts coming straight from dunya
Child of the grid
Then we seek to thrive off the grid
It would be appreciated if you piped down
Thoughts coming straight from dunya
Child of the grid
then we seek to thrive off the grid

Child of the grid with the grillin I'm grinning huh
Like I'm project pat but more wit a kodak smile
Stylin on these niggas with fashion that's coming out
In a few seasons believe or stay in denial
Flyin out the country and shows for ten thou
Oh my bad that's me dreaming out loud again
And again and again
I be staying in the clouds like I'm living with them
I'm accustomed to this place she call me a citizen
With no ID but permanent resident
Stain on my T seeking thrills, I like suspense
Staying off the grid but in front of the camera lens
And as they watchin me, oh yea I'm watching them
Hello there I see you
The observer's the observed yea I see through
Then I swerve off the scene with tennis see throughs
I'm gone
Fuck these niggas think I grew my dreads out for
Gate the access, algorithm beat the score
I don't even like to show my face no more
What a trip, the illusion you caught in is confusion
Double dutch and caught you slip within your own loose ends
Be more careful cause you be bring the noose to your ends
Hold up! now imma paint the picture
Sitting in the back of a Porsche driven by a white kid
Name was like? Brandan, Dylan, or Dying, place your bids
I can tell you that I'm in the backseat
Backwoods rolled up crafty
See a white hummer yeah pass g
That's the target, action, packing, we was just tryna get a bag
Move fast, pull up and they open the door
I need every zip you have and some more
Seen the flash, and a crash
Ya habibi put some light in your story
Umm yeah I gotta share the shameful glory
I grew my dreads out for my baladi
Babylon caught in my melody
Starseedz return our Madani
I'm in the town with my woes, grown with a tact
Don't wanna pose with no hoes, gross when I act
I got a whole lotta these whole lotta that
I'm on the low, when the load's holding me back
The reason you think it's sweet, I been asleep
But his soul never die, heart on his sleeve
With your hoe on her knees, swang on my nuts
I been at peace, but the fuck shit's been a plus
Okay, who keeps it thorough, I don't ever ask
And I confess I missed the snakes in the grass
I made no chess moves but he is paranoid
The fear is in his breath, his soul has been destroyed
Fuck what I think, let men destroy themselves
We piss on your grave, the clock has struck twelve
Let the new day begin, I do slay rhythms
I got souls to touch, you get in
I'm on the verge of a purge, I clean 'em out
Real Gs, where you at? what is this about?
These lame niggas think they tote so they certified
But what's a G with no code, what you living by?

It would be appreciated if you piped down
Thoughts coming straight from dunya
Child of the grid
Then we seek to thrive off the grid
It would be appreciated if you piped down
Thoughts coming straight from dunya
Child of the grid
Then we seek to thrive off the grid