As the World Keeps Turning

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

I flow like CD's in the deck

Moosh fools in the face that lack respect

Protect ya arm pitch from the funk

I deodorize the musty, ya rhymes are crusty

And you can't bust G, so leave me alone

I'm in the zone

Walkin' the streets on my own, they get blown

Some **** say that **** where, is gone

But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone

Are you gon' bust or play bones? You motherfuckin' clone

Get off that ****'s style and get your own

It's Miscellane, and it's on again

For the **** that slept, they shoulda stayed in step

And kept your big fuckin' mouth shut

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache

Advil, Tylenol, Pepto

Slept so long, realized my world is wrong

My world is gone like disco

Throwing up Cisco in my Camo

Standin' in back of me was my soul

Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll

Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold

A tall can of hoes to lubricate my system, quick

Shake you bitches off the dick

'Cause you got a vice grip on the flow from my lips

I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools

Show me the one talkin' shit so I can drop a fool

I'm out to glow a **** roll who think he Mr. Clean

Come back on the scene and smoke a Philly jean

I really dream of gettin' mine, now let me tell you

Oh silly me, fuckin' with my team is murder one

I heard a gun bustin' shots down the block

I guess a **** gettin' what he got

Shit is heavy like a medicine ball

From broke **** to smoke ****, I'll puff one for y'all

That made your last phone call

To a trick that didn't even care

'Cause she was gettin' fucked somewhere

You stuck in there

Now you want to bust, ****, now you wanna kill, ****

****, how ya feel?

You can't try to be real, you can't try to be real (Shit's for real)

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper

And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes

Let's take it back to the first side

When you was a new Jack and jockin' my new track

But you was wrong, didn't know about the dick long, headstrong

Nicknamed Jav from off the school yard

With a teenage group, I'm turnin' loots to tracks

Me and my **** like

These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight lyrics

You wanna know what the hoes used to do

When me and my crew came bustin' through

All sorts of blunts and brew

A neighborhood will find a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew

Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue

This is for the bitches and **** that want to front

I smoke on, I'm broke on, till I spoke on

Miscellane packin' shows like Farrakhan

Where is on another level with two **** that's on the same plateau

Now that's three times your tightest flow

And three times ya tightest track

Three times your fattest sack

Three times is clever

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

This ain't no street sermon, these **** are determined

Thou shalt rest in grief

Who lay buried in the dirt

Bail ya, they'll put in work

Leaves bodies scarred and hurt

Put all in hell, where the next man dwells

The place with stanky pussy and crack rock dwells