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Mic checka checker, never hack a Story-observin`-time this time I ain`t the wrecker Of brainpan, veins and there`s a gameplan Grind teeth, in a small timespan Population, real frustration - ready to bug No formation, it`s really hard against streettugs So the blocks shock with rock, different from a jvc box Another sick dance over some designer drug Boys to men in caps baggies hoodies Eyes of destruction, now could you look moody ? Day and nighttime, they prowl like a nightowl Dispatchin` more tactics than my man colin powell They dodge, hush, rush without a blush Cat and mouse with five-o that holds a grudge And it`s like that
On the candystrip Candy`s gold out of hands Gotta note thank you man On the candystrip People stroll in a trance Understand with one glance On the candystrip Instant build-up ain`t clean Not far from a dream On the candystrip
Man, man, man, man I must say I`m touched When you dilyy-dally `round the methadon bus The soul with the same hole as their pockets Here`s the supply guy, don`t need no ducats And off to the famous spot Be a leech for the twat ownes a lot Had a blast - that can no longer last Build up fast in the moments of rash Had a bash for the cash `n purse that you snatched Take cardboard tatch, build a home to rest Shame in a game when the eye`s upon you A tramp in the land, but the world went wrong too Turned psycho-paranoid, it`s the world you dodge Starin` at the bloodcrust, your monster of lust
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