Fruit of the Gods Video (MV)

Dash out
Tabs in hand
A spastic man
The acid rams into my conscious thought
The interaction is avid with absolute truths vanishing
Encapsulating new frames of looking at shit
I'm completely shook by the shit
I write a good hook on the shit
Perspectives shrink smaller than your schmeckle
I bet a heavy sheckle you come back on different level
Chasms do we dance in
If Ant ain't got acid in hand, then
He might as well just stop all the yammering, the panicking
It settles suddenly
Everything i do's perfunctory
Disgusted by the mud to which this flood of thought accompanies
Accustomed to the f*ckery and punditry
That new perspective shudders me
This go and f*ck your mother beat
Nature tried to mother me
My cerebellum's busted see
It takes a lot to muster the strength to face that other me
So f*ck him, see
I'm open to experience and peering in
I'm hearing shit
F*ck my fear of fearlessness
Point blank, piercing it
Joint dank, delirious
Discomfort comes like sudden thunder
Light the dark paths that lead you under
And you follow it knowingly
Spit the darkest bit of poetry
From the sickest truths exposed in me
Not victim, ho. Don't notice me
The dictum's to dispose of the
Hole we fill with dope and weed
I fill the hole and go to leave
But my conscience starts to tug on me
When's the man up top gon' pull the plug on me
I'd pop him in his jaw if he had the balls
To try and walk on me
Goddamnit, turn off the beat

Fruit of the gods at the party
I take a stem, you take tab and baby we get awkward
Bodies. Exposure
The pain ain't over
I fear we'll feel the same thing when we're older
Fruit of the gods at the party
I take a stem, you take tab and baby we get awkward
Bodies. Exposure
The pain ain't over
I fear we'll feel the same thing when we're older

This that underground box coda
This that I'm so alone shit
That baby take me home shit
That that baby leave the hole split
Baby leave a swol clit
Baby baby baby oh shit, yeah
This that underground box coda
This that I'm so alone shit
That baby take me home shit
Baby leave a swol clit
Baby leave the hole split
Baby baby baby oh shit

Fruit of the gods at the party
I take a stem, you take tab and baby we get awkward
Bodies. Exposure
The pain ain't over
I fear we'll feel the same thing when we're older

This that this and that
Give a drip a kitty kat
Did not ever get into that
Now I've got interest in your bag
What you got
What's the vig
Roll the fig, extend a branch
In these chasms do we dance
In this molding are we cast
I'm f*cked up beyond belief
I carry sword that can't be unsheathed
A game of dethrone or unseat
The blunt leaks, so plug the leaf
I plug your brain into a mainframe you can't ever unsee