we say put it away i can't look at it the truth stings a little when you look at it we're creating a mold of bad habits when the teacher got eleven
it or not, I done sold weed to a cop Caught a case, banged it and ran back to the fiends on my block Fiends on my block? That's logical, my flow is phenomenal
But she can read, she can read She can read, she can read, she's bad She can read, she can read She can read, she's bad, oh she's bad But it's different
. hyde? Are we digging into new ground, Or digging our own graves? story at 11" Verse two: george clinton Valley girls are horny tonight (synthesizer) Fuzzy logic
what it be about They can't sleep yet, too many re-grets Got em running round in circles for the re-spect They need the gossip, but where's the logic
The bars show you mad struggle Along with detailed scriptures of my past trouble That?s why they try to keep me quiet with a bad muzzle Can?t take the
and have a menage like Nikki You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit under it, sweating Suck my dick, we both gets to steppin to my logic [
'chu!) I mean you all fucked up, can't get cash Still bitter over a badge you can't get passed. (Huh?!) Jus' sad, get mad 'cause my bitch bad Everyday
Is it reality or not. We don't .................. in the bad times In the real world the sun don't shine and so they say Just maybe another madman
short fuse and pissed at God Demons pullin' at my soul till it's ripped apart Sickest heart, mama that fire I started it Fuck the fireman logic of the
I freeze your mega dumb company Pumpin' out wise beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves DUNCE Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin' Bad
huddles make us look like cool peeps and I'm trying to school sheep towards the right idea {*c'ya* - 5X} this basic divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic
meth fumes Old hippys bumpin death tunes Beating down victims that thought they was champs Slabbin thru the trapola over heating amps Magots hate on playa like they got bad
war chant Diabolic how we manifest raw logic Chronological time we bring niggaz the raw project Hold fort and represent as the grand wizard Street chronicle illustrate the bakin' of a bad
-da-da-da-din' Bless the day that the God was born two Twenty-nine, seventy-six when cocaine was heavily mixed And all the niggaz had a fixation for bad
Will this never end? It's breaking heart, it's bruising head Why does the good go so bad? All the joy is fading fast The contradictions they are killing me This pretzel logic
(Equipto) I remember he told me... calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down Ya, God forgets my soul when I'm doing bad the pain I'm feelin when living
:1X Bridge: 'Cause it's so lame, when no one knows your name. and it's so sad that my life, is so bad. Chorus