as the world keeps turning

as the world keeps turning

chronic keeps burning

street sermon

these niggas are determined

i flow like cd's in the deck

moosh fools in the face that lack respect

protect ya arm

pitch from the funk

i deodirise the musty

ya rhymes are crusty

you can't bust g

so leave me alone i'm in the zone

walkin the streets on my own

nigga get blown

some niggas say that nigga where is gone

but i'm low in the cut and gotta microphone

are you gone bust or play bones?

you motherfuckin clone

get off that nigga's style and get'cha own

it's miscellane and it's on again

for the niggas that slept

they shoulda stayed in step

and kept ya big fuckin mouth shut

i woke up with a stomach ache

headache

back ache

advil

tylenol

peptol

slept so long realised my world is wrong

my world is gone like disco

blowin up cisco and in my cammo

standin in back of me was my soul

thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll

knowledge is urban-able

exhaust manifold

a tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick

shaky bitches off the dick

cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips

i'm slow but equipped with the proper tools

show me the one talkin shit so i can drop a fool

i'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he mr cream

come back on the scene and smoke a phillie

g

i really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly

me

buckin with my team is murder one

i heard a gun bustin shots

down the block

i guess a nigga gettin what he got

shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas

i'll fuck one for y'all

they made ya last phone call

to a trick that didn't even care

cos she was gettin fucked somewhere

you're stuck in there

now you wanna bust

nigga

now you wanna kill

nigga

nigga how ya feel?

you can't try to be real

shit is for real

i'm cooler than most

but i got the shorter temper

and i'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes

let's take it back to the first side

when you was a new jack and jockin my new track

but you was wrong

didn't know about the big long

head-strong

nicknamed dav from off the school yard

witta teenage group i'm turnin loots to tracks

me and my niggas like

you wanna know what the hos used to do

when me and my crew came bustin through

all sorts of blushins brew

underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue

this is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front

i smoke on

i broke on till i spoke on

miscellane packin shows like farrakhan

where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau

now that's three times your tightest flow

and three times ya tightest track

three times your fattest sack

three times is clever

thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt

barely included work

leaves bodies scarred and hurt

to art in hell

where the next man dwells

the place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells