INTRO
THE FLOWER,

DOESN'T TRY TO....
DOESN'T TRY TO....
THE FLOWER, SIMPLY BLOOMS,

THE FLOWER, SIMPLY BLOOMS,

VERSE

OOH, MY BRAIN BE FILLED WITH THOUGHTS,
OF'AH THE RHYME THAT I WOULD TALK,
NO TRICKS'YA SEE-NO SLEEVES TO HOLD THE CARDS,

&I BOMBARD, MASKED UP IN SHINOBI GARB,
I STUDY THE ART,
TAKE A RIP'&THROW'DA COUGH, THROWIN THE RHYMES THAT I WOULD


OFF-
DOUBLE EDGE LIKE DARTH MAULS,

LIGHT SABER,
THE RHYME&LINE THAT I WOULD MAKE'UP,
UNIQUELY MADE'WIT'DA- DISTINCT FLAVAS,

ESPECIALLY WHEN BAKED'UP, I FLOW FOR MANY ACRE,
UPON DA'INSTRUMENTAL,
I STUDY OPPONENTS MENTAL, THEN,

CRITICAL STRIKE OUT, WITH MY UTENSILS,
NO BOX-OR BENTO, IM LIKE DA BEOWULF TO GRENDAL,
NO PENCIL,

MY THOUGHTS INK BE PERMENANT,
THE RHYME THAT I BE LEARNING WITH,
I BE MORPHING & TURNING IT

TWISTIN IT JUST LIKE A TURNEKET,
FORMS YES I BE FLOURISHING, - DA SHINOBI BE ENCIRCLING.


DA-STYLE MIMICKA'S
I LEAVE EM NERVOUSLY,
OUT OF BREATH, LOOKIN PURPLEY,

NO SUCH-THING, AS 'PERFECTLY'.
I KEEP THE LOVE, HUMBLE&THE COURTESY,
SEARCHING FOR WHERE MY PURPOSE BE-

IT'S LIFE---

SURPISE!!!

IT'S A STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE,
& YA MIND, ISN'T REALLY ON YA SIDE,
WHEN FACED & HYPNOTIZED SINCE A LITTLE SIZE BY THE CONSTANT


ADS, ADVERTISED,
SO THAT'S WHY- I TRY AND MASTER MINE, WITH THE RHYME

&THE KNOWLEDGE IN THE NIGHT THAT I SEEK TO FIND,
IN THE TEXT & IN THE LINE,
MY THOUGHT CONTEMPORARY COMBINED WITH ANCIENT TIMES.


OUTTRO HOOK
SO WE BLOOM--

OOH OOH,THE FLOWER DOESN'T TRY TO--
THE FLOWER JUST BLOOMS,
WE MUST JUST BLOOM,

JUST BLOOM,
ONE MUST JUST BLOOM.


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