[Intro]
Today people we will be exploring the mind
Back in 1995 lots of treasures of lost scrolls were left here
We will be walking through many corridors that no one has ever seen
Or has ever returned from
Why are you so hostile?
What’s behind this anger?
Why are you so rebellious?
What are you thinking?
[Verse 1: Treach]
My thoughts are thundering, tumbling
Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling to mumbling
You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not with Mallory
My analogy ain't for salary as I roll reality through galaxies
Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of weed
With a chain representing penitentiaries
From warring towns to Bordentown
From Newark to Illtown
And all you know from
Lifers, Rikers to Folsom
Wasn't driving too fast, I was flying too low
You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening too slow
I'm abrupting construction a pumping assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking
Struckin' behind an obstruction or turning something of nothing from
Poor shit to more shit as I rip in every function
Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking to hump Ms. Junk in the Trunk, pump pump me up
Today people we will be exploring the mind
Back in 1995 lots of treasures of lost scrolls were left here
We will be walking through many corridors that no one has ever seen
Or has ever returned from
Why are you so hostile?
What’s behind this anger?
Why are you so rebellious?
What are you thinking?
[Verse 1: Treach]
My thoughts are thundering, tumbling
Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling to mumbling
You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not with Mallory
My analogy ain't for salary as I roll reality through galaxies
Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of weed
With a chain representing penitentiaries
From warring towns to Bordentown
From Newark to Illtown
And all you know from
Lifers, Rikers to Folsom
Wasn't driving too fast, I was flying too low
You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening too slow
I'm abrupting construction a pumping assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking
Struckin' behind an obstruction or turning something of nothing from
Poor shit to more shit as I rip in every function
Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking to hump Ms. Junk in the Trunk, pump pump me up
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