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Five Fast Hits

way uptight In fast cars just always waiting for and watch the paintings through the bells are clock twister soldiers in their boldness the bully grabs at my back pushes too fast

remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast I make

be five feet and thoroughbred never witnessed the cerebal cortex in my head How many gigabytes does your hard drive hold? or does your hard drive fold once the signal hits

I take your mind and I smash it into plasma [gasp for air] Breathe like asthma, til your just a cadaver How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch

at ten So we gon live it up and act bad balls And party til the mutha fuckin wheels fall off [B-Legit] Hope those wheels ain't made of stone Five in

her People on the road wanna know how I met her Mutual friend?It was summer of '97 At a singles' fellowship?yes, we exchanged numbers Fast-forward something like five

can ask my ex-hooker. But now I'm on some new improved shit, making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate. I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five

this world where everything is making sense True life experience not the fast paced condensed Every day life I bang it out I need time for hanging out The salty air hits

Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits