歌词
Ah, yeah
And we back again, I'm out
J.Z got my back, it's packed
What, what, what
In a slow silent walk, I hear that violent talk
I hear them talk half asleep as they stalk
But the man is in this much moon
I'm punctual like a star, I've harbored death
That stale taste embraced by my breath
Such mysteries in kissing these, she, devils tell me ya pretty by the lamp in your attire
Nothing at stake, I must vampire her retire mint funds
I switch the essence when I found out my girl was not a blessing
Hatred seeps in, she sleeps in my mans draws
What's wrong? I'm taking life long leaps
My freak was late by the hour, she's in the shower with him
Grim thoughts to nightmares
Women in millions when they sleep will reap the broth wrapped in mommy's cloth, a blurred touching
Who feels that delight? I'll have you on emotions
Walking butt naked down streets at night stripped of your stripes around ya mind
A vine of thorns, terrible beauty
Still born the spirit of pity whispered but lyrics middi blistered into babies
These shady ladies be hatching hadies
You'll burn, no return, going crazy
Unnatural vices are fathered with thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season
Pry treason, out the mask upon the hills where every little creek is shot with silver bullets
That is no problem, I have a barrel of assaulted verbs, let me pluck one
Fuck you, much too dwindled and harsh
Dead on white and cloudy clear Saafir
Oh, I'm ya son I'm told, oh, you mean the one that burns copper into brass
Asses, you got a weak chassis
Ya blood owns no bones on the cash
The selling of ass fat pockets, dribble chestnuts and I'm that pimp chipmunk soaking
Sponge ya funds up, I still roll with game but lane changing slowly irritates the fuck out of me
Comes confusion my mind with images, voices from my education said to me, "he must be killed!"
Sticks and stones, break him off, touch his ash
No more hate puddles covered with glass
The aborted birth from a burning bowel in a distorted earth with phrases
I feel mazes concocting, they're not going to feel me
I got cockblocked, I'm jumping off a bridge
Reg a fool, I'm cooler than pool, I'm deep
Deeper than a dimple but my smile is not so simple
Impervious, insert this shit, you got to be high to fade me
Fuck it, let's go crazy
Don't you stare at me, don't glare at me
What do I see? a wound
We have the exhibit of pain
The enwrapping of fame rugs with bloodstains, neckties and fangs, eyes
Brains, I'm covering roads like vogues
Drink the flows, I'm telegraphing this punch
The hunchback of Oakland unloading on the spoken
Unconventional, the stench of the flow arouses the nostrils of the hostile
I'm strange in my untried game but I'll get the same response but arise
The paralyzation has been lifted
Ponce de Leon couldn't find this flow
A fountain that spans beyond the mountains of a man's limitation comes the unhygienic schizophrenic
I'm shitting in it, don't phase me
Could it be that I'm going crazy?
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Fuck you
Written by: J. Jackson, R. Gibson
