Whats Good.
Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 7:46 am
impersonations, the imprisonment of your true self
why you ain't able to get better, fake thoughts of wealth
so why don't you get back to what you thought
what you're not on, so go on throw it all in the pot
bet it to the max, you might win, you might get a loss
its all to their own and how much you can give in cost
to all that have lost, and to all that will soon be in the same
to those who hit fame, to those who don't deserve it
so go get it packed up, like when you've inversed shit
transversing over words, letters, commas, sentences
periods that end it all, like a bullet hole, all done in a minute
some do to vent, some do to post tent and make a home
others live on to roam, dodging like fleas to the comb
or hiding from the nazis, or rednecks hoping to hit yatzee
when in the end many of em end up like a potsy
contained like the innards of a sub woofer in a box
while I'm out likes waves of bass shaking off socks
a cure to all that ails, the calamine lotion to the itch of chicken pox
now I'm cool like that, and I'm smooth like that
thats why I spit out a vision like the eye of a cat
peer into my view point, get at what I smoke, joint
so I pick as I please, and I shit when I need
you've left more holes than needles did giambi
die after one hit like a kamakazi bee, I go on like a tommy
wreck on a bomb-beat, cause the cracks you see in concrete.
why you ain't able to get better, fake thoughts of wealth
so why don't you get back to what you thought
what you're not on, so go on throw it all in the pot
bet it to the max, you might win, you might get a loss
its all to their own and how much you can give in cost
to all that have lost, and to all that will soon be in the same
to those who hit fame, to those who don't deserve it
so go get it packed up, like when you've inversed shit
transversing over words, letters, commas, sentences
periods that end it all, like a bullet hole, all done in a minute
some do to vent, some do to post tent and make a home
others live on to roam, dodging like fleas to the comb
or hiding from the nazis, or rednecks hoping to hit yatzee
when in the end many of em end up like a potsy
contained like the innards of a sub woofer in a box
while I'm out likes waves of bass shaking off socks
a cure to all that ails, the calamine lotion to the itch of chicken pox
now I'm cool like that, and I'm smooth like that
thats why I spit out a vision like the eye of a cat
peer into my view point, get at what I smoke, joint
so I pick as I please, and I shit when I need
you've left more holes than needles did giambi
die after one hit like a kamakazi bee, I go on like a tommy
wreck on a bomb-beat, cause the cracks you see in concrete.