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Bishop Lamont, Fann, Crazy Town
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Everything's connected like it's not
I'm travelin' through time, and give it all I got
I'm stuck in my ways
Another cigarette, another shot, and it pays
Another fuckin' beat that makes you think that I'm crazed
I need another reason, just to keep it ablaze
The season is hot, and I keep trudging the maze
When I'm on the move, I keep it fixed in my gaze
I bring it up like
Cinematic dreams, automatic snow
Dressed in hand me downs, living out of control
Rockin' shows from Echo Park to Berlin
Static flows, lighting the spark from within, huh
Cinematic schemes, automatic hold
Taking everything, and it's out of control
Put it on the table, hit it with a rock
Slap on another label, this is what I got
I've been lookin out the door
See you coming back for more and more and more
And you catch me acting up again
I'll be puttin' all the felings in my backpack
Takin' all the reasons off the wall
And if you knew it then, I know that you'll be coming back
So what the hell you lookin' at, I'll take it all
Puttin' all the feelings in my backpack
Takin' all the reasons off the wall
And if you knew it then, I know that you'll be coming back
So, what the hell you lookin' at, I'll take it all
Everything's connected like the dots
Tryin' to keep me calm, I'm arrested from the cops
Tryin' to look beyond my perception of the top
The yachts and these broads has they chest come out they top
And she bad to the bone, when we bone
Right when she moan, it's on
Rather be known than gone
Shifty Capone, I'm home
Searchin' online to the front yo
I ain't never met a line, I ain't cut though
Hard to lead the blind, when you cant see a thing
Everybody thinks you fly, and they just can't see the string
See the thing is
How would I hop that wall
Woulda' dropped that ball
Woulda' stopped that car
Woulda' took that gun
Put it in my mouth
If it got that far
I'd take it all, all
They try to lay me down
Look inside my my mind, and you can find where Crazytown's at
Takin' that for the pain, another tat on the vein
I got assassins for friends, and they say that I'm insane
I've been lookin out the door
See you coming back for more and more and more
And you catch me acting up, again
I'll be puttin' all the feelin's in my backpack
Takin' all the reasons off the wall
And if you knew it then, I know that you'll be comin' back
So what the hell you lookin' at, I'll take it all
Puttin' all the feelin's in my backpack
Takin' all the reasons off the wall
And if you knew it then, I know that you'll be comin' back
So, what the hell you lookin' at, I'll take it all
I never liked school, so I never packed my textbooks
But, in my backpack, packed a tool
Couple of cassette tapes, walkman, too
Fridgerator Perry heavy and my uzi weighs a ton
Grew up 80's baby LA shady, fools shoot you for fun
Run like DMC, but don't walk this way
You might get hit with a K
Kiddies double-dutch, get hit with strays
In a maze, in a daze
Don't recall happy days
Broken home, broke alone
Just my Momma, Daddy gone
Fuck what ya think you know
This ain't the typical
Story ya think ya know
Don't make it less difficult
Innocence, in any sense gets burned up like some incense
In an instant, your shit was fucked up since an infant
What are you supposed to do, hatred takes over you
Mad at the fuckin' world, feelin' real postal, too
Had all this hatred, and this pain inside
Coulda' went Columbine, but had a column full of rhymes
And I'm puttin' all the feelin's in my backpack
Takin' all the reasons off the wall
And if you knew it then, I know that you'll be coming back
So, what the hell you lookin' at, I'll take it all
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