[Intro]
Don't make politics out of what I say
It's just a something that you hear
It used to be what kept us goin
[Sample]
What can you do?
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo
Culminated case city limits to murky acreage
Johnny Carter infected commands all for some basic nit
Advanced style's slit deep into the custom mods
New York state of emergency: perilous politics and lies
Cling to the toon world, barren to the amateur
Cater to the linoleum motion and text damagers
I burn backlands back from playin path war
Mushrooms in the blood while they're mega-pluggin some bad thought
I've come across laws fillin stop, mind blinded
Might wake up naked at the fuck factory
Where the crabs are (woop! woop!)
Eyes up, blue people, tiptoe in your area
Quick with a long arm (that) wasn't designed to carry ya
More like the child act, cool in the schoolyard
3 o'clock my life bruises for which their jail loses
For nights you get import brass spillage
Black lung exhaust drunk thug love in a village
Not to get left is dust and bad X
Little girl trapped in a cage copying suicide threat
For us, actin our age means talkin like sex
And the weatherman's too drugged out to tell you where the sun sets
Label rock that man sold out with street props
For grabbin together old freestyles and radio drops
But when they pick up the album when a dead man walk
In fact A&Rs love it when the artist can't talk
People like us may confuse drugs crew
And revel in the static electric pain of paid dues
Who breath some pro blood and unrelated
I hover above the scrap trying to analyze and debate shit
But face the actual matter, your talk supported
Lay in the crease like evil in Steven Segal's forehead
This Sunday with my lazerface ways
Will stab a germ right in the heart of his motherfucking malaise like
Don't make politics out of what I say
It's just a something that you hear
It used to be what kept us goin
[Sample]
What can you do?
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo
Culminated case city limits to murky acreage
Johnny Carter infected commands all for some basic nit
Advanced style's slit deep into the custom mods
New York state of emergency: perilous politics and lies
Cling to the toon world, barren to the amateur
Cater to the linoleum motion and text damagers
I burn backlands back from playin path war
Mushrooms in the blood while they're mega-pluggin some bad thought
I've come across laws fillin stop, mind blinded
Might wake up naked at the fuck factory
Where the crabs are (woop! woop!)
Eyes up, blue people, tiptoe in your area
Quick with a long arm (that) wasn't designed to carry ya
More like the child act, cool in the schoolyard
3 o'clock my life bruises for which their jail loses
For nights you get import brass spillage
Black lung exhaust drunk thug love in a village
Not to get left is dust and bad X
Little girl trapped in a cage copying suicide threat
For us, actin our age means talkin like sex
And the weatherman's too drugged out to tell you where the sun sets
Label rock that man sold out with street props
For grabbin together old freestyles and radio drops
But when they pick up the album when a dead man walk
In fact A&Rs love it when the artist can't talk
People like us may confuse drugs crew
And revel in the static electric pain of paid dues
Who breath some pro blood and unrelated
I hover above the scrap trying to analyze and debate shit
But face the actual matter, your talk supported
Lay in the crease like evil in Steven Segal's forehead
This Sunday with my lazerface ways
Will stab a germ right in the heart of his motherfucking malaise like
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