Soul Collector

Track 5 of 40oz of Truth

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Jump inside the abyss
Of my mind take a trip
But don't forget the spliff
Light up the way
To the astral plane
Insidious game
Of hide n seek do you wanna play?
Well come with me
Meditate 33rd degree
Indigo child on the rise 
Levitate right off my feet

Get ya ass up from that seat
Feel your heart beat
And say i'm alive
Nothin can stop me from being free
Flying on nimbus to cloud 9
From the ground up
And you know this shit
Sippin oz after oz know i'm ripped
Gold caps on the hike
I'm seeing things 
Unseen to the eyes
What seems a dream

(Chorus)
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Verse 2:

Where the palm trees wave west
And our eyes low need a face lift
Till we skydive from a spaceship
Into 40 water i'm gods gift
Blessed with the nature that I live in
Smokin on some of mothers finest strands
Keep me high when i'm low
Treat me like her kid
No gravity so we float no boat

Coastin up towards true north
Buckle for the ride with Orion's Belt
You don't need a mirror just to find yourself
Undress yourself come out of that shell
See the beauty that lies within
So deep in the flesh is where high begins
Its a spiritual thang let your old self hang
Blind sex in a elevator 
Love is like a pistol — (bang)

Beyond visible light feel the inner gods touch of might
Index of adam 
Pointing to life
Psychedelic justice
Trust this

First stroke of sex don't bust it
First cut we lust it 
Now we feelin the vibe
You and I are one
Let the soul run deep
Sprouting from the tree of life 

In a land of lotus leaves the heart
With a little potency
My aura illuminate as I cast through beats
Silhouette waves of catastrophy 
Attacked by the flow of DMT
Beyond the heights above the sea
From the land to the sky another galaxy.

(Chorus)

We Get High

Track 1 of 40oz of Truth

Lyrics:

Verse 1: (Joe)

Hear the breeze rustling through the leaves in the garden.  

During dawn when I'm at my sharpest.  

Open the compartment to find a pencil and a parchment.
Decide to recreate a vision where do I start it. 
 
Lead stroked lines wonder what I should emit.
All I jotted was a figurine and some other shit.
I crumpled up the piece to a little ball and flick
In a jiff, I flipped back and re did it again. 

Illustrating these orthodox strokes wit fashion.
A wide array ideas to a produce a fraction,
Of the countless fantasies that my minds been having. 
Gotta let my thoughts linger let my hands react it. 

Eyes closed while I coalesce these features,
Carefully Contouring her with no procedure. 
Erasing the flaws to ensure the seekas,
That perfection is found now I must beseech ya.

Shading in the grays, bleach the scene. 
Formulating on the day when I would make her queen. 
Take her on an eastern flight for some ovaltine,
And max by the Seine sippin de la Romanee. 
 
That's the power of the mind wit a dose of flow, 
Just a minor rough draft thought I'd let you know.
Allow me to switch back to the pen and paper, 
Witness how this art come alive soon or later..
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Hook:
Maybe one day
You and I will be together
For now, can we?
Ride the wave, till-we come ashore.
Things are more than okay. 
Seems you lost yourself I, 
Think I lost myself too.
Looking at the art inside you.
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Verse 2: (Steez) 

Woke up was about 5:30, mind lurky
Day dreamin in amidst of a tour
With me to guide a crowd of open doors 
No set trippin 

Feast your eyes and envision what your canon won't see
A lyrical dream with the same tone melodies sing
Take a mental picture 
Close your eyes focus at the center
Lenses can't perceive be attentive the dive is deeper than Atlantis

The stroke of her coke shaped hip
Flows out like niagra mist
Can you fish reel it out whether you catch or miss
Underneath the foreign lisp

Speaks a relative kiss
If you just think with your mind
Instead of ya dick
Take a positive piss
With your irrelevant shit
Pick it up leave the premises

Come back mix it right like the chemist did.
Lose your melon head as the felt tip grind, the canvas bed.
Let the art rise from a silhouette
Into a marionette of your consciousness.

(Hook)

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