The Grouch & Eligh - THE POSSE lyrics

[Intro] Well here comes a brother I know for sure can rap [Verse 1: The Grouch] Man on a wire, red string on his wrist Remind him of his goals, he ain't gonna miss Too much opportunity to trip on bullsh** Lift his vibration, sharp as tools get Shark tooth around his neck for protection Thick skin from all the fire that he's stepped in He's got something in common with shaman Raised by wolves, spirits, gods, and goddesses Appears on trips and odysseys Elevated ways yet dips so modestly Not confined by the body Astroprojections next to study Reflections resemble but none match perfectly No exceptions, n-o certainly not Walks calm amidst the urgency Sacred herbs with words like surgery He purged, rid himself of absurdities The nerve of those to throw stones at him Arose, explodes, and grows again Ahead of his aura, shields every limb [Hook x2: The Grouch] Angels, guardians, ghosts, and saints All play a part of this closened range Holy men, prophets, healers, and kings That's my entourage man, the posse I bring [Verse 2: The Grouch] Vibrating at the highest frequency of the bunch Every soul shall adapt to match that at once Old, how we channel, high mammal, no dunce Cap who, it fits, do with this, what he wants Merlin style, curling like, like prisms Past lifetime, regression, new mission No obsession, no resting, true destined We blew breath in where d**h laid its weapon Arise, call on Master Build-the-skies Open up, planets aligned at the will of the wise Voluntary compliance, allegiance with the science Walk with lions, be in tune with Orion They scared of crying or whiling out His pick is just a decoy, can't iron it out Stuck, well f**, he'll design a new route Dance water from the heavens, first sign of a drought Cut from cloth, marked proof and unbought Armor untarnished, honor it all Arose, explodes, and grows again Ahead of his aura, shields every limb [Hook x2: The Grouch] Angels, guardians, ghosts, and saints All play a part of this closened range Holy men, prophets, healers, and kings That's my entourage man, the posse I bring [Verse 3: The Grouch] And all of us, rare like elephant tusks Purple dragon hearts in our elements, trust I sprinkle a man, to raise the ma** up If I came by myself, well then that's just enough It banks, when you could really learn some stuff If we could exchange, then we furthered each other Well that's just the opposite of murder, my brother When we're on the same squad, life is less hard I changed my thinking to large When they try to attack, I just call in the guard Arose, explodes, and grows again Ahead of his aura, shields every limb [Hook x4: The Grouch] Angels, guardians, ghosts, and saints All play a part of this closened range Holy men, prophets, healers, and kings That's my entourage man, the posse I bring