Allan Moor the Bul , the bull , could even play for Chicago with the wind in his wool rich , I'm rich as wool. We be spitting with them wooks , book , hook and hoof ,
People be up they ass like they boof ,
How far did we go to not sticking to Elmer's glue , tell the food , bring the organic seeds back to Gaia , and may all of our friends
Still be our friends even after we give them constructive criticism and feedback , weed bags went from thee man to the tune of toting when I have enough motion in my peaceful commotion
Fun , Love , and Truth , we rule the booth from the Ocean Atlantic , scanning , scanners and skanism , the man , Moor Science , Allan write the cipher , and we can advance prisms









