Love, Love, Love
(专辑: Sickly Business - 2004)
Ripping at the
seams, ready to bust, It's like one mississippi, two mississippi, rush. Fiend smiffing mine, at the
scrimmage line I
got the
drug game and game of life all intertwined So I
sit behind the
sensei and study state of mind I
chase the
line with loaded needles and blaze a
kinda come down Instead I
chase the
dragon, sun up to sun down, With no guns, just lungs set to collapse, Hey yo, run rocked rhymes and [?] john wrecked raps Get back, I
stalk my ex same as a
Simpson And leave her damaged goods like the
financial district Can I, kick it with gold feet, from upstate to george beach Anonymous john, though stupid fuck, nobody knows me Act like we're homies, I'll change the
whole style up OCD got my head in a
ten-car pile up Rock paper drop the
money and pick the
file up I'm melting rocks for research, how to die quick Fuck a
sidekick, getting wrapped up in violence Bullet to the
brain, pull it sound of silence Let's paint the
room with my memory Paint me an effigy Shoot me up with smallpox and leprosy Yo cousin, no need to disguise it At night I'm drinkin vials of the
west nile virus [Chorus:] Love (for raw rhymes and breaks) Love (for no books and crates) Love (for however long it takes) [Sage] I
never chose the
path of least resistance [?] know the
math and keep the
distance Forever go back to speaking without conviction I
don't respect the
craft if they couldn't know the
difference Dig this, this is a
full time love affair Part time suckers, they come unprepared Like as if this was a
mistress, for them to fuck around with This ain't no means of income it's an outlet (outlet) Now the
counterfeit cash clans get thrown out in the
trash can Internet b-boys are doing a
flash dance Audio sound scans, audience claps hands Funky cos I
never dummied it down for the
rap fans But what's up with the
forced vernacular? Fuck gangster talk, do an AIDS walk through Africa Boasting a
Porsche but can't afford a
Maxima, Your song's full of chorus, you still think you a
rapper huh? In with the
out crowd, down with the
upper echelon I'll be a
handy man once my legs are gone And I
feel like hell on wheels Seeking salvation any place that sells hot meals Teflon steel, touch tone phones and tin cans Recycling bins and get-rich-quick scams I
just, ripped my pants on the
last fence I
jumped And look I
gave the
washed up just wasn't intense [?] Trust I'm working on it, the
girl called it quits Heard her talking shit like I
ain't there, I
ain't care and life ain't fair Well guess what baby, life ain't and them's the
breaks [Chorus]