time to think about the morality of it all There was freaks and queens and love-ins and has-beens Whisky-a-gogos and all night flamingos A psychedelic explosion
I see your mind's playing tricks You thought you got the channel but you couldn't get a fix upon my mental -- I keep it complicated Explosion of the spirit
who are bound As the steering wheel turns around Our ghost car drifting in and out the street lights Wizards in the back who know the craft of street
explosives They got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours We got over 50,000 gangbangers out there Violent j serving ghetto hard street
like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent When you in the six Usually that bring the freak
time To think about the morality of it all There was freaks and queens and love-ins and has beens Whisky-a-gogos and all night flamingos A psychedelic explosion
, ya fuckin' peon I been like Dion for eons You ain't nothin' but a biatch Messed around and let me re-up I come back through and tear the street up
, well, you feel it like Braille It ain't hard to tell I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills I'm 'Ill' plus 'Matic' I freak beats
off the plates of an un-united nation Asleep at the wheel No windshield But you know that the streets Here don't change With a lover in the street
Aye yo, who's the most explosive one yet? The a roundest one left Who flows express to them rhythm drum set ain't done yet? Flow like a trumpet to your
retarded fucks Playing with they fantasies Respect this, specialist, black testing This will get ya necklace jacked And named scratched up off my guest list Party freak
, you fuckin' peon I been like Dion for eons You ain't nuttin' but a biotch Messed around and let me read up I come back through and tear the street
try to be one, ya fuckin biatch I been like Dion for eons You aint nothin but a biatch You messed around and let me read up I come abck through and tear the street
touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies Respect this Specialist Black Testing this will get ya necklace jacked And named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
well, you feel it like braille, it ain't hard to tell I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats
phone with it He took it to Pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence Who the fuck 'gon touch it? If Snoop won't puff it? The streets don't love it, your
