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All ya life they said that you gone be shit
All ya life they said you ain't gone be shit
Now Indigo soul, we run this
Now Indigo soul, we run this

1: Issa Gold]
Uh, I remember young
Life gave me nothing but hard and black lungs
And the say ya smart, but niggas ain't catch passin'
We outside getting high instead of in
The pastors disasters to the masses
actors, through political fucking bastards
They lacking, any fucking spiritual backin'
It's tragic, I'm tellin you that I ain't havin' it
Pick it up where you left it off
bearing conscious, my chakra strong
Negative dissipate til the get lost,
And the positive energy hit strong Thor
Third eye sharp a mothafuckin' hawk
And it pick apart livin' trapped inside the dark
Make 'em see they heart, cause they Indigo the start
But trapped in an illusion, so it ain't they fault
Get up on yo shit, up yo lane
If aren't going right then seek out change
Take a out into the astral plane
And recognize, nigga, that you are not the
A Martian, reppin' the 'til I see coffins
The hardest, UA the illest, my nigga, problems
the rap game is full of garbage
Fathers, that, my nigga, my soul is foreign

All ya life they said you ain't gone be shit
Pick it up now and the tables switch
is yours, my nigga, create it
Indigo soul, we run this
Indigo soul, we run this

Fresh off the west shores, mi amor
...of the best grown
...supporters and knowledge, and
Nah, nah, ain't stoppin' me (from)
dollas on top of celestial prophecy
Uh, resurrect the craft of the bap
some new jacks from the Ave. bringing truth back
Nigga, pop a tab, and quit thinkin' where ya at
Open up ya crown and a pound of that purp loud, hold up
From a young'n to nothin' except the truth
Truth, the... some fools in the fountain of youth
Everything they try to coincides
Why strive and like the holy Christ? Me in top five...
Popeye, straight from the green, that's pot-high
Popped eyes, in and out, like I'm on the side
Neva be satisfied I can touch the sky
Homies could touch the pot,
Look and see my team winnin' in every mention
Dimensions extendin' like one my like we descended from heaven
a couple friends, but 2-47, I rep my...
Smoke so many strains, shit get so hard to
Back in the day AK hardly
Now we fly to coast spreadin' knowledge, gettin' paid
Made an oath, took a hold of every verse a nigga
Got for yourself, you got what it takes, my nigga