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Sit back drift back yo you with that?
I'm with that hits that split your wig back
Mix match words down on this ink pad
Spit that hit the booth and I'm gone

Sit back drift back yo you with that?
I'm with that hits that split your wig back
Mix match words down on this ink pad
Spit that hit the booth and I'm gone

I wake early morning the death of my dreams
Take a breath and it seems
That life is more than just that which reflects in the stream
I crush the superficial with the crucial issues
Sometimes my daily routine feels like a Voodoo ritual
The truth will hit you hard enough to rip through your tissue
Leave a mark like a bullet wound from a pistol
Fist fights and foot races lets keep it simple
I live in a glass house a stones throw away from a sad town
Of residents who look for the slightest excuse to bad-mouth
Lash out blow things out of proportion
I look at the glass my image is reflected distorted
They tell me I'm a dreamer that I think slightly different
I tell them I haven't slept since '97
Stay up all night legs folded arms crossed
At all costs I want to know Gods thoughts

Sit back drift back yo you with that?
I'm with that hits that split your wig back
Mix match words down on this ink pad
Spit that hit the booth and I'm gone

Sit back drift back yo you with that?
I'm with that hits that split your wig back
Mix match words down on this ink pad
Spit that hit the booth and I'm gone

I'm a visionary by nature so when I close my eyes I wake up
I see the world on fire hell storm lighting the blaze up
Living the days of apathy so when we raise up
We'll be too late to reverse the tables we ate from
We take from like somebody always gonna replace them
'Til we fighting these water wars to keep from dehydration
Leaders yelling occupation and catch phrases
As a sedation tactical separation
You a terrorist or patriot and what's the difference?
Political affiliation? Or your religion?
Are you following your instincts or television?
Who you think is holding the interest to all those picture
That they show on the tube just to keep us amused
Got your wallet singing songs of that overtime blues
Kids worshipping celebrities we say they confused
Get rich or die trying and the body counts huge

Sit back drift back yo you with that?
I'm with that hits that split your wig back
Mix match words down on this ink pad
Spit that hit the booth and I'm gone

Sit back drift back yo you with that?
I'm with that hits that split your wig back
Mix match words down on this ink pad
Spit that hit the booth and I'm gone

What's going on? The more and more I try to understand it
Its like I lose myself in the language they take advantage
To keep the people in panic I guess
It just a form of deception to see how far we can stretch
All the rights we posses right down to they tracking your steps
And tracking your breath and tracking who you're holding your debts with
Ask the wrong question and end up with a death wish
For every ones acceptance like a stolen election

I'm rhythmically riveted you're living with limited options
The beat raped the chorus I'm the illegitimate offspring
Spit syllable top spins with minimal consciousness
Flip scripts with swiftness and ridicule artists
Hypnotists swing pendulums spiting typical nonsense
My continuous wisdom is an indispensable offset
You're lyrically impotent bringing your primitive arson
Ripping your mandible hit with cataclysmical offense