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Verse 1
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I wasn't sleepin I was creepin slidin' hidin'
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I would love the girl behind me roll up a fat ?tyme?
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thinkin' mentally sinkin
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[precousicly] brinkin
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two decades n a half
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waitin' for the path of mine to follow
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the world is hollow yet it's full of crap prepared to gamble
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i give you half of [gizm tencil]
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what's the come up cried a ton of beers
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drunk a ton of beers that's fun at first
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but learned in person
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fear throughout the years
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kept my ears open eyes scoping my block
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don't rock the boat if you can't swim
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nobody may be there with the [lim] to lend
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this is the end, still i can't explain the fact
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why the fuck shit gotta be like that?
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Verse 2
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Know what, I said
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hear me clearin' over so so weaved n dreaded
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that they need to be bi-headed
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why? I'm readily, steadily stimulatin and utilatin
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all sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatin'
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so i'm-a intimitade them [and them are for the snare]
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with the [syfliest] stare
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bringin em turbulant terror
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n they know this cause they can feel it
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he knew it was mines still the sucker tried to steal it
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so I had to reveal it , through provin' their eye
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am I startin' [chinin] fly
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n by just blinkin' my eye
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in a flash I flush out the face, layin' low-key
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trained eyes locate to focus on the phony
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mister sometime-homey, why he act like that
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I thought he had my back
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I thought he had our backs
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but it was him that I should've never trusted
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and not atleast till he got his attitude adjusted
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I'm out busted for acting all dusted, but bust this
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now when i'm out, I see n store out the whole scene
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for all types sneakes that scheme
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they come into my face, i send them [tightmen] home
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when they're sufferin' from the double-agent syndrome
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Verse 3
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Sometimes this world means everything to me
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the inside is lovely to these eyes I see
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n sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry
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[hollie] off seven of them drops from my eye
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those drain out my skin cause i'm pissed from within
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I see a situation now n all I do is grin
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people think i'm high but I'm mentally travelling
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agin' is your times cause life's a ravelling
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while i'm stravelling [moors]
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up this fuckin mike I hate to be a pilot
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crashin' in a flight
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people need to know about this thing called life
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cause if you see the light then life's allright
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Verse 4
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I jumps inside the jeep as I embark on my darkness
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bopped in my freestyle tapes n started [reminscing] about my
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little homie who was raised in Wyoming wanted to be famous
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so he came to Californey on the microphony
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he was superbad n whatnot
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but he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot
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he became too fascinated with that gang related flavour
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that he modificated rearranged his behaviour
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he hooked up quick with the influential slang
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gangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbang
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braggin' n boastin poststandin' n braggin how we 'posed to be
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hangin' with baby gees I was baggin
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like why you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon
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hopin' they'd hit him in the head
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but he steady saggin like he a hog
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creepin' through the smog
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smokin' on some indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog
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like most who come to this West Coast society
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tryin' to be because they think it's fly to be a menace
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so what a relic way to end this
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got rolled up when he was strolling
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on a [Sundae upper...]
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some niggas never listen they gotta learn their lesson
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the hard way i'm guessin' yessin'
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BD as I hit the B n make a right on Wesson
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pops in my head [beperpiou] question
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The Pharcyde |