I got problems like a dog's got ticks.. Its not often that we bond like bricks; I'm a freedom fighter hands all balled to a fist. raised in a barn, grazing the farm like pigs. -gone with the wind. Arms strong like my wrist muscle, songs that i spit get applause while you get muzzled.
my spit bubble and fizz, the kids a bit troubled. My kicks dusty as they shuffle through this thick rubble. I'm not a bit gullible to the sick subtle shit they be coming up with on the double. I'm a slick mother-lover with a brick, coming up and big, then I'm in the cut with a 10 and a bunch of friends.
I'm the fucking man, what;s the plan? getting drunk again. mixing up the gin with the crane, lifting up my chin. never getting up, getting to my feet once again, hustling's the stuff that'll get you what you wanna get.
Since my wonder years, been a chugger of the beers, blunts in my ears ten years from a scruffy beard. Another 5 years from making my love a careen, now i'm here but still living like my younger peers. I'm done with fear, stick shift switching up the gears, faster now, music blasting loud while adjusting mirrors. passing out while i'm standing up, hand on my cup. liver damage ran amuck got me where i'm stuck.
Everybody knows I murder the beat with the words I'm unleashing-
every verse heard is the earn of my keeping
My third eye beaming. learning my genius
we just turning up the heat without burning the fajitas
please just lemme get a donation
been dope since a kid breaking probation
no wages. I'm broke but I'm so weightless -
a change of wind could change my whole location.
Champagne and OJ with smoked bacon..
every song performed forms an ovation,
my sovereign mind romanticize it's own nation
away from this roboticized control matrix...
we steady rotating the heat like chicken in rotisseries
forget a twenty piece of mystery meat from Mickey-dees
evading the entrance fees maybe drink a whiskey squeeze
eyes asian cause I'm blazing sticky icky trees
Theres few act that i care about- seems like everybody's asking to hear 'em out. it's a drag race, they flag me down and im peeling out.
-it the originators of the innovative demonstrating
elimination of gimmicks and fakers within a statement.
we facilitated the real and we feel debilitated
skill debated as the illest. paying bills while entertaining
