Artist: Tha Beggas Album: Changing Classics Song: Appleseeds Typed by: Tha Masta [Chorus 4X: Father Lord] They grow from the root and they form the trees And they fall from the leaves, here comes the appleseeds [Father Lord] The same things interchange but so gently arranged But names suffer from the strain as extremeties restrain From the pleasure and the pain is a box of confusion Your land being rammed by combustion of infusion [Buda Love] Stop confusion, out fool, abusing, you're losing A fight in a blues hill field with golden seal Worldwind kneals, just impact builds Sore stains with raw blood spills like cast-tail oil For fantastic swords with grand tastled lord The ambassador, I won't ask for more Forever in a billion light years, nightmares Thirteen M still springs, still clears the larynx With ya staring it, or just stop the flying Want all mans to cop it when I drop it Constant cosmic powder, long as the towel on my heals and devours Childen cry in flowers, blown in the shower Men in evil hours, I hop and scour and devour Tree and gold, stagger glass is a dragon sty [Father Lord] Well it's fighting and I'll limit the time for my women The wine that I'm sipping, the kind you'll find missing The rhymes that I've written, the spines that I've stricken The nines that I'm clicking, behind the hive kicking The fine chicken, the grind in my ambition The seeds that I'm dipping, the life that I'm living The mind that I've risen, the beasts that I'm whipping The heat in my kitchen, the crackers that I'm lynching The answers that I'm pitching, the speech in my diction The dome that don't listen, the burn in my friction The sound that I'm mixing, the cash that I'm getting The weights that I'm lifting, the students that I'm stripping The forms that I'm flipping, opponents that I'm whipping The pulses that I'm hitting, the apostles that I'm sitting My styles that y'all bitten, the rap in my flipping The pipes that I'm fixing, the clowns that I'm sticking A pot for my pissing, a bowl for my shitting Just a couple cyphers, Wu Chi's rhyme should mention [Chorus 4X]