Cycads /ˈsaɪkædz/ are seed plants with a long fossil history that were formerly more abundant and more diverse than they are today. They typically have a stout and woody (ligneous) trunk with a crown of large, hard and stiff, evergreen leaves. They usually have pinnate leaves. The individual plants are either all male or all female (dioecious). Cycads vary in size from having trunks only a few centimeters to several meters tall. They typically grow very slowly and live very long, with some specimens known to be as much as 1,000 years old. Because of their superficial resemblance, they are sometimes mistaken for palms or ferns, but are only distantly related to either.
The living cycads are found across much of the subtropical and tropical parts of the world. The greatest diversity occurs in South and Central America. They are also found in Mexico, the Antilles, southeastern United States, Australia, Melanesia, Micronesia, Japan, China, Southeast Asia, India, Sri Lanka, Madagascar, and southern and tropical Africa, where at least 65 species occur. Some can survive in harsh desert or semi-desert climates (xerophytic), others in wet rain forest conditions, and some in both. Some can grow in sand or even on rock, some in oxygen-poor, swampy, bog-like soils rich in organic material. Some are able to grow in full sun, some in full shade, and some in both. Some are salt tolerant (halophytes).
[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Okay, rap-wise back mine
Up to where I'm backed by
Everyone you homage so I'm cutting through the back
ties
That sidetracked mind smothering the stat line
Truthfully my pen ain't been the same since Stack died
That might be another reason to react, like
That might be enough to see if they see that line
Pack mines see it through the seams and what the
scratch like
Act right see if you can see what the collapse like
Wonder rap, hovercraft, Sky fly effortless
Fuck around and sit on top of Mozgov neck with it
Blake shit, makeshift, ladder that I can step upon
Rap nerds get to shooting at him like they Meadowlark
That serves that the truth is at 'em but they never
caught
That curve, get to shooting back like they could wet a
blog
That merged just to proven that I'm what they never saw
Smell it through the bag, baby that's how we be
peddling
[Hook: Skyzoo] (x2)
And they don't rap like me, and that might be
The curse of all cursive, rap by the tree
And the perfect beyond perfect, if that's what it be
Then I word it beyond worded, I'm back to what it be
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Blue and orange everything, clearly what I'm repping
And the pressure that come with it like I'm wearing
number seven
So I'm 39-10 if you should dare to disrespect it
Good money from the corner, put your ear to where the
net is
Good money from the corner, put your ear to where the
net is
Three meanings at once, and should clearly try to catch
See that how you want, so you hear it how I sketch it
But you see that as a must and that I'm clear out your
perspective
They don't do it like, spew it like
No clone drew up like
No Brook and Robin Lopez, no two alike
See the arm, see that ya'll crown him for you see his
song
Prematures need applause I just need a Nia Long
See the R, see the god, see that where they seek the
Swear I leave the beat alone if I could be with Nia
Long
But back to what I be up on, trampling over Sampson
You can smell it through the bag, baby that's what we
be G-ing on