Mic checka checker, never hack a  story-observin'-time this time I ain't the wrecker  of brainpan, veins and there's a gameplan  grind teeth, in a small timespan  population, real frustration - ready to bug  no formation, it's really hard against streettugs  so the blocks shock with rock, different from a jvc box  another sick dance over some designer drug  boys to men in caps baggies hoodies  eyes of destruction, now could you look moody ?  day and nighttime, they prowl like a nightowl  dispatchin' more tactics than my man colin powell  they dodge, hush, rush without a blush  cat and mouse with five-o that holds a grudge  and it's like that  On the candystrip  candy's gold out of hands  gotta note thank you man  on the candystrip  people stroll in a trance  understand with one glance  on the candystrip  instant build-up ain't clean  not far from a dream  on the candystrip  Man, man, man, man  I must say I'm touched  when you dilyy-dally 'round the methadon bus  the soul with the same hole as their pockets  here's the supply guy, don't need no ducats  and off to the famous spot  be a leech for the twat ownes a lot  had a blast - that can no longer last  build up fast in the moments of rash  had a bash for the cash 'n purse that you snatched  take cardboard tatch, build a home to rest  shame in a game when the eye's upon you  a tramp in the land, but the world went wrong too  turned psycho-paranoid, it's the world you dodge  starin' at the bloodcrust, your monster of lust