up 'Cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain it's fucking insane Roll around naked in the acid rain Rich bitch fucka took me for a
prosecute your residence 'Cuz you done been already got rid of all the evidence Tryin' to get a buck, a buck? A soup pot, a blender and a measurin' cup
hold it firmer Fuck a murder I'm a just kill your ego Cause we know that you ain't really got no people Murdering a prop my man this my homey that You
been running trying to function fine with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals A forgotten rebel
that you was listenin' to me Glad I made a picture, put a rhyme upon the internet I'll hide behind a picket fence, slice a little wickedness and I Win at this
paid. You spend it on a watch and a chain. You can't offer your children a thing. What the hell is going on in your brain? Look how we're turning out
airplay A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
surprise, silence equals death, science versus life, until there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this
wit two precise niggaz, holdin' the right biscuits There'll be a lot of cats leakin' out they life liquid Niggaz who actin' hard this ain't Columbia
payin Just spendin, hold a watch and a chain But can't offer your children a thang What the hell is goin on in your brain? We gon' turn it out [Immortal
getting pretty strange And maybe we forgot how to use our brains And fearing your self and all those around And we're all living in a system of a down
too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo, but yo This life is the only life
triple O A space age hip-hop superhero I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O A space age hip-hop superhero Dope thoughts come when I hear a kick Drum a bass
this so suck, my dick Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick [bizarre] I'm a compulsive
the rhythm be bumpin' like a migrane. Never knew I really had a clue about fiction or fact, But I got it like that. From dawn till dusk, you might see me bust, A brain
around me Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out with no cavi Wont work, it's over here nigga (Over here nigga) Make sure when you diss a motherfucker make it
and the desolated. And The Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you lose in life instantly ? we're like acid we burn you. Watch a rude
