Canibus the alchemist kneeling down on one leg to repent
With no desire for the crown since
The 10,000 Bar crowned princ looking through powdered lens
He, Who Cuts Down Hemp Tree and lives out of a tent
The fresh mountain scent of mountain women and mountain men of valor
Who vow to the end to defend the tower on the mountain top
Til everybody drops dead and starts to stink
The master with the power to create
Is working on the power to prеvent
The truth is I reducе risk
Today's music is too stupid to be stupid until I make it all make sense