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Big body Zebulon
Some of them call me Roshi
They gonna play up like they know me
When that boy they knew was old me
Hit that blue ghost new hope
Now that's Obi-Wan Kenobi
It's that anti-social status
Facing blunts for the sad ones
In my zone, all alone
Call that hermit style
I just focus on my chi
My feet don't touch the ground
Meditate, levitate,
Open heads and resonate
Whipping in that kitchen with that
Fresh degree and resumé
Shirtless in my apron
Nearly naked cook it up
Juice I got the sauce
I don't pyrex, nah
Double check the recipe
I think this chef is testing me
I flip it, check the ticket
I can't let it get the best of me nah
When I'm on that 85
And I'm seeing them brake lights
I swerve into the left lane
Hit the exit, take a right
Looking for the right spot
Trying not to get caught
Just bought two cannons
For me and my man and
Whoever want to express
To be less stressed
Blessing walls across this town
For those who get down
Riding in the Hyundai
Blinders on the sun rays
Chapel on a Sunday
Hit the grind on Monday
Fresh sandblasted wall tagging
Cackalacky
Puffing magic dragons
Just like Slacker Lackeys
Dodging ducking
All the Elmer Fudds like Daffy
Mumble rappers sounding like
They choked on Laffy Taffy

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from Neighborhood Shares, track released August 15, 2019
Zebulon
Eli Colburn

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