This one goes out to all of that want success Wait, not just the ones want it This goes to those feel they deserve it And this one to all of those that make the moves and those that paid the dues To all of those that walk the line on the edge To all the heads about to it loose
And you want to come close to feeling it Initial reaction like "Yo, I give a shh..." After a minute it, they start to think "Why the hell they get it, did they not hear what he speaks?" They don't know me, it's best way Let 'em look for in yesterday And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping Let me spike the ball because I like to dance Let me paint a picture on the surface of your I got a job at the and I quit writing rhymes Now I travel city to city, life of a gypsy Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take of these finds Fly angel fly, ever look back You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook Maybe you trade that Mustang for a Jeep So when you get too to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep Don't forget chocolate milk does to the hangover on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover? Twist the and chew the fat off the shish kebab Ditch the lard cut my hair and made me quit my job And if I pass before they get a to hear me 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory
4x] Choking on a wishbone, position out the frame on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame
It never settles, the grinding of metal against timing, developing my threshold Touching the gestalt with a little and some echo to add extra like pesto Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my Looking for something to toss, tryna find a to stand The anger felt as I look across the It equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand Move past, the berry is set, the previous carry me the meaninglessness Here I am the word extracting nerves Running the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur
2X]
Put your on the pillow and shut your eyes your mind out the ghetto and touch the sky Then come down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love Instead of flame, crying tears in the The game, and it drowned out the hunger pains Numbed the brain and life like a numbers game Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, he lost touch with the ones fastened to the bottom of his guts Yo, don't know me, it's best that way Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday This child is your so let 'em play I bet I know your age and I can guess weight Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and And why the hell ain't you to make some ripples in the lake? I figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case as it my prostate, and when I sit home alone I kick over the telephone and my zone inside the dial tone
[Multiple of Slug talking play together for 38 seconds]