Simple - Maya lyrics

[Verse 1: Callon B & Simple] (Callon B) No hesitation Ima go ahead and talk my sh**, but don't speak about me cuz what you talk might stick When I turn it around and I just use it against all who offend, man it's time to do it again Hit the roof with the Zen, let loose with the pen, we all search for forever and this is proof it exist I hopped straight in that water and I flew with the fish, such a lucid event ingest hallucinogens (Simple) In gest N few of my friends long story road to glory as my morning begins Hows it going holy roller I'm the most hiii, hopped high in the sky and started swimming with birds Now my vision is blurred, syllables slurred, I guess my lifes a synonym for living absurd It's Simple, Simple, b**h whatchu heard? Such a conundrum f**ed up at functions how this rhythm occurred How this rhythm occurred? Somewhere in my mind flow with the Mystical worlds If Gods a symbol he lives in my Shirley temple, founded by the d** that have entered my mental (Callon B) Concepts so simple they will leave you in disarray, hit the haze only eat it if it's an eighth I know I'm out there but I ain't ever tripped a day, get it straight when I spit you don't get to hate (Simple) I call on Callon before I ingest this gallon of sherm-chicka-errr, never defer a challen-gerrr Stuck in this world my feet ain't touched the floor for hours when I'm high the world is ours (Callon B) Callon B thirteen or one three, got stones in my pocket you can call me Pimp C, Bun B This the year of the crystal healers, time to deal with the fiscal stealers [Verse 2: Callon B & Simple] (Simple) f** the Government, mother f** the Government, undercover covenant with the underworld I'ma Shaman rummaging through my moms purse, I got em ticked off time to see if this bomb works Bang bang, boom, hand gun and a bazooka bubble gum for the shooter And hard dick for Medusa, Holy Bible for the liars eyes crucifixed on staying alive Never afraid to die riders ridin over the horizon son you just livin a lie success is suicide f** a do or die I find the f**ing truths in lies, I pa** you with the futuristic presence of a living God I guess this is Heavens sentence if you think about it? I'll prolly end up in Hell for these wicked rhymes (Callon B) So pay attention f** what you believe I shall remain offensive Face a sentence when I say a sentence You just became a witness, victim of celestial visits Shift dimensions when the Mescaline hittin When you spit it it's awkward as altercations with Coppers Who's given authorization to walk the streets with a yopper Riot gear, tear gas, emergency responders Brain washed racist with an urgency to slaughter Why we still hearing gun sounds when our hands up and our guns down, while they gun down another young child No justice when there's no trial but we can't turn down like there's no dial, Cops profile Word to Trap Jorge, my weed got a pa** port To dirty when we ride in the car, no evidence roll it in a Mayan Cigar This is Mayan Cigars......Smoke a Mayan Cigar