[Verse 1]
Just got back home and the worlds gone
Lights turned off and my girls arms
Have turned into a serpent with curled charms
Pushing me away cuz i been turned long
Wake up you don’t even live here no more
We packed up your shit it’s in holes in the floor
Everyone you ever knew has grown in the war
And they don’t recognize wrekonize anymore
This is a night life nightmare charlie horse
Got me talking to the devil in a hard divorce
I want happiness and peace nothing large of course
What the fuck is you want another star to course
Well i can let you go easy breaks chains freely
Anything to get away from breaking in my CD
Working in the shop where the product is measly
"Sell a t-shirt i’ll support you believe me"
Well i ain’t come here to clothe your back
I came from mars with some bars that i wrote in fact
To get your head blown off keep your soul intact
Maybe even get ya thinking you can own the map
Ya see the time is illmatic my rhyme is emphatic i tune out the static
To challenge the king
Step off the thrown so my people can go where the food is still growing and waters in spring
You know the song
The one where everybody gets they loco on
Reality in shows none local grown
See the mob wives married to the market loan
And i’m just sitting here trying to have a real conversation
Before the cell in my pocket turns cells in my body all brown from the heavy radiation
But they just go ahead and leave me here waiting
Just got back home and the worlds gone
Lights turned off and my girls arms
Have turned into a serpent with curled charms
Pushing me away cuz i been turned long
Wake up you don’t even live here no more
We packed up your shit it’s in holes in the floor
Everyone you ever knew has grown in the war
And they don’t recognize wrekonize anymore
This is a night life nightmare charlie horse
Got me talking to the devil in a hard divorce
I want happiness and peace nothing large of course
What the fuck is you want another star to course
Well i can let you go easy breaks chains freely
Anything to get away from breaking in my CD
Working in the shop where the product is measly
"Sell a t-shirt i’ll support you believe me"
Well i ain’t come here to clothe your back
I came from mars with some bars that i wrote in fact
To get your head blown off keep your soul intact
Maybe even get ya thinking you can own the map
Ya see the time is illmatic my rhyme is emphatic i tune out the static
To challenge the king
Step off the thrown so my people can go where the food is still growing and waters in spring
You know the song
The one where everybody gets they loco on
Reality in shows none local grown
See the mob wives married to the market loan
And i’m just sitting here trying to have a real conversation
Before the cell in my pocket turns cells in my body all brown from the heavy radiation
But they just go ahead and leave me here waiting
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