[Intro]
I told you, I use X. Attack before I go in the booth
[Verse]
Straight out the beast coast a crazy mothafucka named
Wait a minute
Said it before but reminding y'all that I'm crazy, listen
Stay with consistent outrageousness while I claim admittance
To the fact that a part of my head resembles a crazed delinquent
Am I a product of my place or product of my mind?
I'm just a product of this world manifested through time
Watching televisions having my vision become defined
By the sensationalism of your local news at 9
Images of sweatshops, recklessness at rest stops
Retaliation when innocent men get their heads clocked
By the city's finest, you tell me who's behind this
Niggas actin in blackface claiming that they are Midas
I never popped a molly but I'll tell you what
I try to open up my mind, experimenting drugs
So tell me what your life's about homie
And I'll tell you bout the time my world was crystal on peyote
It's not about me floating, but unlocking a plan
To escape this crazy race through my own pineal gland
Writing letters to my own alter ego's like I was stan
Hot boxing in the whip like I don't own a fuckin fan
In a labyrinth with Pan just having a conversation
About theories of mental emancipation and creation
And destruction, will it be spontaneous combustion?
Or will a black hole give our world the ultimate suction?
Or political corruption? How fuckin ironic man
If the Mayans would predict that we died by our own hands
Let me break it down again for your attention span
The world will only end by our own damn hands
There's no such thing as a photon band
And before a comet hits we'll have nuked another land
We live inside an age were truth's treated like bad words
I'm just a good mind, corrupted by a maad world
I told you, I use X. Attack before I go in the booth
[Verse]
Straight out the beast coast a crazy mothafucka named
Wait a minute
Said it before but reminding y'all that I'm crazy, listen
Stay with consistent outrageousness while I claim admittance
To the fact that a part of my head resembles a crazed delinquent
Am I a product of my place or product of my mind?
I'm just a product of this world manifested through time
Watching televisions having my vision become defined
By the sensationalism of your local news at 9
Images of sweatshops, recklessness at rest stops
Retaliation when innocent men get their heads clocked
By the city's finest, you tell me who's behind this
Niggas actin in blackface claiming that they are Midas
I never popped a molly but I'll tell you what
I try to open up my mind, experimenting drugs
So tell me what your life's about homie
And I'll tell you bout the time my world was crystal on peyote
It's not about me floating, but unlocking a plan
To escape this crazy race through my own pineal gland
Writing letters to my own alter ego's like I was stan
Hot boxing in the whip like I don't own a fuckin fan
In a labyrinth with Pan just having a conversation
About theories of mental emancipation and creation
And destruction, will it be spontaneous combustion?
Or will a black hole give our world the ultimate suction?
Or political corruption? How fuckin ironic man
If the Mayans would predict that we died by our own hands
Let me break it down again for your attention span
The world will only end by our own damn hands
There's no such thing as a photon band
And before a comet hits we'll have nuked another land
We live inside an age were truth's treated like bad words
I'm just a good mind, corrupted by a maad world
( Dom McLennon )
www.ChordsAZ.com