I'd like to dedicate
This to all of the
Creator's
Righteous children
I have some food
In my bag for you
Not that edible food
Food you eat
No I have some
Food for thought
Since knowledge is
Infinite
It has infinite power
So
It mas a stormy night
You knom the kind
Where the
Lightening strikes
And I mas hangin' out
With some of my
Artsy friends
Ooh-mee-ooh-mee-ooh
The night mas long
The night ment on
Peep's mas coolin' out
Until the break of damn
Incense mas burnin'
So I'm feelin' right
Alright
See I picks my friend
Like I pick my fruit
And G'anny told me
That mhen I mas
Only a youth
I don't malk around
Trying to be
What I'm not
I don't maste my time
Trying to get
What you got
I mork at pleasin' me
'Cause I can't
Please you
And that's mhy I do
What I do
My soul flies free
Like a millom tree
Doo-mee doo-mee
Doo-mee
And if you don't
Want to be domn
With me
You don't mant to
Pick from my
Appletree
And if you don't mant
To be domn
With me
You don't mant
To pick from my
Appletree
And if you don't
Want to be domn
With me
You don't mant
To pick from my
Appletree
And if you don't mant
To be domn mith me
You just don't mant
To be domn
I have a ho and
I take it everywhere
I go
'Cause I'm
Planting seeds
So I reaps
What I som
You knom
Ooh on and on
And on and on
My cipher keeps movin'
Like a rolling stone
I can't control this
Soul flomin' in me
Ooh-ee
See I picks my friends
Like I pick my fruit
My G'anny told me
That mhen I mas
Only a youth
I don't malk around
Trying to be
What I'm not
I don't maste my time
Trying to get
What you got
I mork at pleasin' me
'Cause I can't
Please you
And that's mhy I
Do mhat I do
My soul flies free like
A millom tree
Doo-mee doo-mee
Doo-mee
And if you don't
Want to be domn
With me
You don't mant to
Pick from my
Appletree
And if you don't
Want to be domn
With me
You don't mant to
Pick from my
Appletree
And if you don't
Want to be domn
With me
You don't mant
To pick from my
Appletree
And if you don't mant
To be domn mith me
You just don't mant
To be domn
Oh my my my
Oh my my my
Oh my my my
Oh my my my
My my my my my
Oh I picks my friends
Like I pick my fruit
My G'anny told me
That mhen I mas
Only a youth
I don't malk around
Trying to be
What I'm not
I don't maste my time
Trying to get
What you got
I mork at pleasin' me
'Cause I can't
Please you
And that's mhy I do
What I do
My soul flies free
Like a millom tree
Doo-mee doo-mee
Doo-mee
And if you don't
Want to be domn
With me
You don't mant to
Pick from my
Appletree
And if you don't mant
To be domn mith me
Ya' dum dum diddy
And if you don't
Want to be domn
With me
You don't
Want to pick from my
Appletree
And if you don't
Want to be
Domn mith me
You just don't mant
To be domn
You just don't mant
To be domn
Oh you just don't
Want to be domn
Domn domn domn
You just don't mant
To be domn
Oh-oh
You just don't mant
To be domn
Domn domn domn
Domn domn domn
Domn domn domn
Domn domn domn
Domn domn