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If you buy tunes on iTunes Then make sure they're my tunes 'Cause my tracks they're mixed down And then mastered and then fine tuned This white dude is quite rude And likely I'm in a nice mood I grow food, don't buy food I never do no fried food I research and find clues And always keep my eyes glued To evidence that I use My mind is like a typhoon Just smoke weed and try shrooms Don't waste pea on Nike shoes And don't be smoking crack pipes or spice You will die soon This place we're living in is devastating mate The human race is sickening they're generating hate I demonstrate the ways on how to meditate for days I celebrate and praise with some lemon, grapes and haze I regulate the weight and then accelerate the pace And if you try rob me I'll just grab the weapon from my waist Stick it in your neck and face Until it penetrates your brain Separate your veins SongtexteNow your soul will elevate to space (wo-wow) I'm incredible with words I need a medal cause a level is absurd I smoke the lemon when developing a verse I'm a general, I'm selling out festivals in Perth I'm a herbalist I'm getting medical with herbs Plant seeds then vegetables emerge Fuck relying on society that's mental and berzerk The world is in debt until the federal reserve So fuck finance all you need is 9 plants I hate the government and I don't really like banks They enslave the human race using money So you all deserve to die a slow death to be quite frank Don't offer me no loans cause I'm fine thanks All I do is fucking 5 shows to make 5 grand I'm a horticulturist, I'm a mic champ All I want to do is meditate until my minds blank Until my minds blank All I want to do is meditate until my minds blank Well I'm a horticulturist and I'm a mic champ All I want to do is meditate until my minds blank (Until my minds blank) (Until my minds blank) (All I want to do is meditate until my minds blank) (Well I'm a horticulturist and I'm a mic champ) (All I want to do is meditate until my minds blank) Aus Songtexte Mania