Way Out

(앨범: The Cutting Room Floor 3 - 2013)

I don't start from scratch, I transform to listening
(This) Kush from Pluto got Martians visiting
(I) Partial to the harsh dark of realities
Don't eat where I shit, still got a pot to piss in
Pull they card, beat the dealer
It's spellbound like Akeelah, crowd all around me
Dirt under my fingernail anytime my hand is in
Fuck Neo, call me Mister Anderson
They never realize the hand kept giving
I ain't afraid of death, I'm afraid of not living
They say focus, beauty's in the eye of the beholder
In the eye of the storm, these little stones turn boulder
They fly hard, not hesitant
I'm the truth, that's the proof, here go the Evidence
Slow flow you fucks to death with no breath
With no ref, shit's foul, the wild wild West

The wild wild West, the wild wild West
The wild wild West, the wild wild West
The wild wild West, the wild wild West
The wild wild West, the wild wild West

Yo, I'm from the wild wild West
Tell 'em bow down, fresh to be the next to touch down eternal rest
Where the zombies run around to infest
That's a lot for one stomach to digest where the sun always sets
Gang lands, old farms get threatened
A lot of fam from the South had to step but carried on with their weapons
In the bad ass Cali, bodies drop, raise up the tally
Gang of bitches getting served in the Valley
Got the nerve to not recognize, right up my alley
'Til the ops come and knocks out your family
Rally in the parking lots, I serve more lines than connect the dots
And just like everywhere, we never respect the cops
Fuck the laws, we taking over, show me the gold
Ain't another place on the globe I would tell you to go
See, ain't nothing like home, I'm right in the zone
Where y'all riding like clones, tryna hold what caliber knows

The wild wild West, the wild wild West
The wild wild West, the wild wild West
The wild wild West, the wild wild West
The wild wild West, the wild wild West