Текст песни Grey - M.C. Infinite

Zonin' out in space as I'm seated at the table
Two devils on each side, I dont even see an angel
They're telling me to kill leave him bleedin' at an angle
Hangin' from the ceiling just gettin tangled in my cables
Bitch, I'm off ten shots, plus more than a couple blunts
Chillin' with my stunt doubles, we bustin' the double stunts
You ain't really hit that right, that was nothin' but a bunt
Fuck with me and find your head all up in someone's lunch
I ain't gotta sweat a drop I already know the pressure
Sized you fools up and became the double measure
Knockin' doors down, you best answer me like, yes sir
Or get your brains blown all over that antique dresser
I'm like Shaggy, wasn't me, wasn't me who brought the killa' out
Now I got the power tools to show you what that drill about
I dont give a fuck, I'm just in it for the feelin' now
The feelin' of a killin' and the essence of blodd spillin' down

Last minute
Ran in it
Couple mags and then I blasted it, past sinnin'
Couple drags and then I jam get it, van dippin'
Mad tinted, with my hat bendin,
Back to the lab with all the bad bitches
Ass spendin', couple birds and couples ass lickin'
That's sickenin', takin' chill pills, but we just hash hittin'
Damn trippin', you call the jumpman, I'm in the back flippin'
Mad sippin', fuckin' around and get your cap missin'
Man, listen, all of these coppers started to plan missions,
Canvassin', finding reasons to put you in can, prison
Ambition, not just what I have, it's what I am listen
Cancellin', all these fake cops could get a toe tag ticket