Letras
Chorus:
I saw a man yesterday,
Snub-nosed . 38 to temple test his fate
And lose.
I had the same new balance shoes
I wonder what size?
1.
City gates long abandoned, hit ill chord type Hammond B-3
Mind altered state changes scenery
This all seems to be average Hip-hop
Watch as noise-floor drops into recesses and crevasses
As whoever attempts to be my nemesis
Guesses wrong as to meaning of this song
Bygone be bygones, why prolong the inevitable conclusion
Career choice was illusion
Mc's need skill transfusion for using
radio friendly format,
Predictable attack
Fragile as hemophiliacs
I extract essence intact
Speak to face of Anglo-Saxons
With no weapons
I'm that kid you slept on,
bottled my aggression
Concise paragraphs is window sills to life.
Niggas feeling nice on corner blocks
As soapbox preachers speak on Christ
Religion and Ism is just vice
Dull mental gives them sharper knife
Gouging out our eyes
Realize what be lies
And why our babies cry.
Chorus:
I saw a man yesterday,
Snub-nosed . 38 to temple test his fate
And lose.
I had the same new balance shoes
I wonder what size?
2.
Desensitized, dwell on inkwell
Got inebriated off the blood of those I hated
In past lives
Nines reloaded by bloated officers snorting nine lines
Equation sublime
In 4/4 time, key of d
Classical poet, present day Mc
Hit your cells like hennesy
Expound boundaries like Timothy Leary
Mind's journey got you weary
Couldn't digest this spoken theory
Why your eyes teary?
Impaired vision so I speak in infrared verbs,
Severed nerves pulsing Morse coded pain