Kinda funny
How the money
Got control
Stole ya from me
My sweet honey
Sold my soul
Kinda funny
How the money
Took control
Stole ya from me
For Blood money
Yeah I Sold my soul
I been on hiatus for awhile
Yeah I dropped the ball
Been a corporate puppet doing dials
Making cold calls
Learned a thing or two but not my style
Same four walls
Love my liberty without denial
Call me Ron Paul
These corporate cocksuckers
Wanna take advantage of us
Learned my lesson firsthand
Now I'm sharing it with others
I'll protect my little brother
And protect my single mother
Looking out for one and other
Or they'll turn us into suckas
Yeah it's all good
Take it back
Where they at
Not on track
No one here
On my own
Another beer
All alone
Old news. New views
(I overhear)
New news. Old views
(I overhear)
Old news. New views
(I overhear)
New news. Old views
(I overhear)
Yeah
It's young Nino de la rocha
Ain't no need for all that coca
Just pass me la Yerba so I can sit and blow my smoke up. heady soldier
You got them hands you better throw em
Jay made D.O.A. so auto tune still makes me throw up
Man you know what, know what?
I think it's time turn the flow up
And spit the shit that hits so hard
It turns a crackhead sober
Burn it slower
But this rock is getting warmer
Got extinction around the corner
Don't say we never warned ya
Soak up the separate perceptions
Like their the essence of wetness
You're in the land that's a zoo
And I'm the man with the weapons
Still second guessing the message
You might get left with a blessing
Her box I'm checking the levels
Of her obsession it's pressing
Subconscious seclusion
From the movement of ruins
Is fluid
Know what we doing
His story we slide right to it
Then the fabric unravels in time
As anarchy travels
It's Laughable
Scrabble, parables
Facing battles as shadows grow
Old news. New views
(I overhear)
New news. Old views
(I overhear)
Old news. New views
(I overhear)
New news. Old views
(I overhear)
Yeah
This town deserves a better class of musicians
And we're gonna give it to them
C.D