Casualties of a crazy bitch Yo it's times like this I blaze a spliff sit back reminisce on some crazy shit I remember this bitch man mental as hell
Why, cause what I touch remains infinite Cremate my material items perpetuate your soul by sniffin it I make a Rhodes scholar sound illiterate My soul is old, rhymes dirty, born illigetimate My shit received five mics
(feat. Rise) Check, check where the hell is my check 99, axis scientists Rise, Apathy Check [Rise:] With no contract I spark mics, ya'll just catch
come a long way from the younger days When I used to look up curse words in my dictionary If life's a game, gotta choose a side to play If I gotta pick
underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets stung A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man! You had to choose
the Visualiza] It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one The crew won, out of formilli, feel I'm due one Focus right, one hit -- blow me overnight Holy mics
will so we choose to be ill Like sharks keepin it movin we could never be still Swim in the channels of life The orators of rhyme handling mics Tiptoeing
flight showing and proving how we do with mics We rips at night sho nough? improving grooving to precise We knew the price to rule the mics and know we
Or gamble with it, try to get back mo' Uh-uh not me, I refuse to lose You either got it or you don't, and I refuse to choose And candy blue's I cruise
under seige, Guyanese guns I got European funds, my ice don't melt Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod and my staff, I pray like this I break mics
(Choose your own adventureeeeeee!) [tires screeching] [Intro: Classified] And now we head into the big city, Mic Boyd and white Mic with me We on the
obstructed Missed me just as I constructed The facet of the fire was friendly as instructed I'm not trying to get flighty eight hundred Homosexual emcees receive five mics
percent to think, use your remaining ninety to duck and run Neutrons rush to rust those platinum, plutonium gold speak only when told I total eclipse phonies that hold mics
roads to be hung from gallow poles Nobody knows me success has exposed me To narrow-minded souls with goals to overthrow me Suppose that I chose to
impediments who don't believe they're dead in sin But I wreck ya men, the chief rhetoric Christ Jesus the president of this fleet of regiments Who torch mics
before and after the Spirit raising Showed me on fire then showed me when I was strayed showed me a dead one then showed me a Spirit raised Showed me rippin' mics
Mad Skillz] The results of me in a MC blackout Attitudes get caught so you either whipping the mic or the mac out Instead of writing y'all cats chose
It's been too long, should of broke through all along I'm born, hot sexy, young doves on the block Recognize me, fork in the road, I chose wisely Step
