Whispers - Ancestors

Get twisted, I choose the path less taken

Less walked on, forsaken, betcha beat breakin'

Breads we be bakin' but it takes dough though

So songs we kneed so slow no move fakin'

This Bicasso the next level

Penetrated thru the outer crust in a wood shed

Let go of the baggage on my shoulders, now I feel good

My neighborhood switched, I’m in the hills now

But not quite how I planned it,

This nest ain’t my roost I got that hot handed

I’m bout to shake em, I’m bout to shake em,

Collect them dividends

Giv