Judge The Books

Verse 1

The tax of the brackets - the faxes in the axes - how now Texas-
for the lead on the turner- straight on burning them like paper
the slayer - the yelling Bayer - you in the streets - Im trying fleet that I dont
see and I dont need - for the pass of the yesterday and the game play-
point one let it lay you can find a better nigga than me any fucking day - and thats
ok the market on the grand larceny the real niggas role with me holding your faculty now you can run from reality close case bushes- some dont have an understanding what words mean

Chorus:

Im in a dream - I cant "reedeam" every thing is turning ugly judge the books - the dirty look -where you gotta read a book to judge somebody - and fuck them and dont trust them judge the books

Verse 2:

In the new fix - that I could not pertain you on the undergraduate - trying to get
a grab shit now in my atlas - for the "faggets" - slang in the corner - where people like to judge you by the cove r- and never judge you by a full book you shook I hope I look up they say keep your head up - and fuck your head up - what I said I remember crying in the county jail you bitch ass niggas better bail with so much pressure on me - fuck a GED - but skip school now long "lessin's" holding on to blessings what with that shit stressing- now on the probation you singing waiting now its getting ugly

Chorus:

Im in a dream - I cant reedeam every thing is turning ugly judge the books - the dirty look -where you gotta read book to judge somebody - and fuck them and dont trust them judge the books

Verse 3:

Now that Im in the reality of royalty in the pasture - hoping that I last long
you on the danger - in the corner- smoking drugs - and talking on them in my summer
for the mention of the ghost you just wrong not in the dungeon now that its bludgeoning now you can lay down whats made up I keep seeing shit you on some even shit you gate get at me bitch not on negative I got negative pictures - thats not negative- and you can try the shit the oven in the miss - on the futuristic- and the lodges - and the - Hursts no remorses - on the temperature- on the canvass - excuse my manners- now the glamour- wont be their- you care - but sometimes Im so fucked up that I dont care.

Chorus:

Im in a dream - I cant reedeam every thing is turning ugly judge the books- the dirty look -where you gotta read book to judge somebody - and fuck them and dont trust them judge the books

Verse 4:

Games ion balcony the stack on the path of what I used to be- now that I can tell
what with the angel you the start "spranged" up you got your hands up you just
stupid but ain't nobody on you - you just fooling the fool moon and you watered up and the longitude- and the respect that you really never even told the dude-
and I choose to be what was missed now girl give me kiss- stop "judgeing" muthafuckas
by the fucking book- now in the ranges- on the strangest- in the mangers- for the verse of life that Im not thirsty you can reburse menow on the picture
you just out on the Taliban and Im scared to loose my life- Im probly lying but somethings not right.