by Tree High Climbers, Keelay, & OJ
Produced by Iiii

Lyrics:
Everywhere I go got my bifold wallet 
Without a care I’m bold n I haul it 
Isn’t fair hold knowledge 
Getting there hold a dollop 
Promise to rap till my tongues creased
Flawless prophet, the gods sneezed 
Henry Wallace, got a vice greased 
Talk about it, the right squeeze (OJ!)
Office vomit, my work sick as Salmonella is (ack)
I rock polish, topic solid 
If you wonder what it was 
Then just go back a bunch 
Got a hunch if u wonder whodunnit (not me)
I brung it, get it the way I want it 
King of the beef I'll whop ya on it (BK)
Beat the beat up positive 
Defeat the fucking thing I’m on it 
Eat so much I’m a glutton on it 
Pontiac (Where?)
In the Walmart parking lot 
Stopping car just to shop for some Parmesan (What?)
That’s car cheese
Stop at the bank, that’s car chase 
Block the ball to save face 
Use the rubber I erase 
Expect it all unphased 
Hands up like y’all praise Yahweh
Yahweh yahweh yahweh


By the time all this finished
Try to triple my wallets thickness, multiply what's in it
You just bent yours in thirds
That's one way to two fold
Found you in a dumb position
That's a new low
Sorry that's your view
Needle to balloon
I'll probably poke a few holes
Spoken art on wax, that's Tussauds
Madame, I'm a dog til I Croak (croque)
Never choke or got a frog in the throat
Came from up above, north of Trudeau
So, you won't see my drive slow, despite ice or snow
No punches thrown, still a fighter though
Fought writers block, competition mopped
One project dropped, still at least five to go
I don't cut corners but my favorite product cropped
Yours, probably taken off the lot
Goals, famous on a yacht
Mine, faded on a dock
Mind drifting round the clock, 
Hands sifting through the grains of sand
Paid to offer thoughts

Yahweh yahweh yahweh

Two Fold

by Tree High Climbers, Keelay, & OJ
Produced by Iiii

Lyrics:
Is he gifted, it's a given
Shit, fit to make decisions
As if he makes a livin from liftin heavy weights
Not quick to shift the vision
His circle stays small even taking into a ccount
The six degrees of kevin bac'
This bass down to earth, let it quake
Leave the beat in mint condition
Ya'll must be drinkin, finish that colt 45
Pistol whip your liver
Need it clear I'll make it crystal
Vodka with a spritzer
Strong arm needed for you to get the bigger picture
From little whispers to screamin fans
Rumblings in the basement to circulation just like ceiling fans
These words making me believe again

Harder to barter ponder me longer 
Wander smarter, posture proper 
Paper monster, mache d larger 
Fakest problems, pasted in conscious 
Cannabis activist I ran for the medicine 
Couldn’t walk in my shoes, or preach my platform 
Shouldn’t mock me too, I’ll reach backforem 
Wouldn’t block the chew, 
I Change form per form each take I transform 
Wave forem in time with the waveform uniform free form life form obvious hot as operation desert storm you wanted more I got more for sure 
money from songs with notes low, flat bread, that’s fantastic 
high on songs, sharp cheddar, rap sandwich

Got no problem burning bridges I never needed
We'll cross paths again if it was meant, better believe it
Compelled to say I'was birthed in heaven
Only turns to hell if you let it
I'm hopin to forget those lessons
(lessons)
Learn to dwell in homes and not the past
Despite what we lack
Can't distract from the fun we've had
Making money back
Solely from the gas
Just like a rebate on propane
These flames came straight from names Keelay and OJ
We creatin til old age
Our fate is unwavering
Our place is Washington or Waverly
Bros like Russo
Who else do you know
Could go down the field in two throws
Maybe OJ with the juice tho

Never pressed no matter where you go 
Never late, I’m on the clock like Hugo 
Big dreams, all problems are minutoe
Maneuver through em in UNO
Going ham call me Prosciutto 
Fine Cuts, this shits true gold 
Very raw, Im smoking but I set the cruise tho 
hear me now like “who do you know?”

Tree High Climbers

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