Fell asleep late   Neon Buzz   P.T.S. stress   We do drugs   City air strange   Sticky lungs   Mayor Doombug gives no funds   And I'm cryin'   Call out with a fiendish ring   Broken into smithereens   Everything's exactly how it seems   And it would seem that I am cryin'      In a world of super duper whores the kids just want a little more   Little tycos do the bloody mind sex with a veteran's decor   And I'm cryin'   So when I step in the stop frame I became pure BK   Cause I grew up around the Krazy Kings and inhaled second hand spray   Cryin'   Where the walls talk your defiances and alliances were made   With a fugitive dash after class to harrass the gods of fame   Cryin'   And the goons that I collude with on this rude shit same way   And will break a crab down in public just to manipulate their pain   Cryin'   Why should I be sober when God is so clearly dusted out his mind   With cherubs puffin' a bundle trying to remember why he even tried   Down here it's 30% every year to fun the worlds end   But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave. trying to cop the bootleg instead   Pure savage established hard rock talk circa 93 proof   Walked the high road to infinity with simily truant moves   When the wandering ration line derails I steal food   Maybe tread where the sidewalk hawks look alive and hide tools   On a bed that someone else made   Trying to wait for the next boot   And it drops when you took a prime-time hellemundo off mute   Old folks say "time to build"   But demolition pays more loot   Rip patch from your hazmat suit   Slip past with an odd bop (woop)   El Producto sort of strange   They say he stares at you long range   Perhaps he's lookin' at us all with his thousand yard gaze   Cryin'   And he sees how MCs became contorted with their own lies   And went from battle rap to gun talk like we ain't notice the change (yeah right)      It's the city I broke down in   The velor couture township   Where they lost the rock box batteries and forgot how shit was founded   Cryin'   And critics all see me twisted   They don't get my whole existence   And actual B boy brainiac who'll smack you out your mittens   Cryin'   Now I feel that motherfuckers owe me dap for contributing actual raps   That's not a construct for the radio on that plasticine path   I'll be your homie   Bust Through the dolby lonely   All cast aside and homely   Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante words   Insert hurt in a dome-piece   And the last of all I have is yours now surrendered nice and calmly   As a tot played on a block of bricks and double dutched with the zombies   I'll rip your squad in nothing but a cock ring and pair of puerto-rock dunks   I built the bag that cats will drown in when the water's colored rust   And the last thought that I had in the back of the little bus   Was of a Oklahoma city flair through kiddy flesh fade to dust   Move with me little soldier bitty   We'll cloak and dagger the city   We'll hope to stagger magnificence till the pattern of blasphemy's quitting   And I keep my meaning tucked deep so y'all creepers give me some privacy   Don't ask for something literal from a child of secret society   There's a position to be filled you fuckin' assholes   Keep your eye on me   But save your precious advice cause all my life everyones lied to me and I'm cryin'      Fell asleep late   Neon Buzz   P.T.S. stress   We do drugs   City air strange   Sticky lungs   Mayor Doombug gives no funds   And I'm cryin'   Call out with a fiendish ring   Broken into smithereens   Everything's exactly how it seems   And it would seem that I am cryin'