Hush Now

(albüm: The Layover Mixtape - 2008)

I'm from a place called, you know my name
(DJ Skee)

I'm from Venice Beach, home of Jim Morrison
Teena Marie and Evidence, the people endure us in
More or less wet lands than the dead land
I'm on a Hendrix trip, drip tabs in my headband
Trying to take the night much higher
'Cause spliffs gets lit after I light my guitar on fire
Cord tangled, spit it through the wires
Rip shit apart with my hand, ain't no need supplies
Hush now, better yet, shut the fuck up
Rush front rows before the fire chief shut us
The fuck down, uh oh, the better duck
If they hose the crowd, there'll be no such luck
No exits, so weak and you need the best shit
For first not last, my verse is hectic
Worth the demand, supply is endless
High 'til I die, the rules of friendship
Try to speak some senses
Try to buy time but watch it spend us
I said this is senseless
And sense I said that, I might as well spend the rent up