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LSD

Told ya buffalo soldier

Fell to the ground like folgers

Couldnt hold the boulder

Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answerIn the hip hop game but the rap got cancer

Tumors poppin from the middle of rumors

Generation X be the end of baby boomers

Is the next generation headed for doomControl the soul and you got a got a

Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the spot

Think its terrorism the borderlines hot

Check the passports tap the telephoneSurprise they home grown

And one of your fuckin own

Its dat same ol shit, dat same ol game

From that same ol gang up to that same ol thingNow what I see say you know me

I pour a metaphor of LSDI dont know what yall thinkin about

But if you know like I know

You better strap on your seatbelt

Cause you in for a long rideNow I be damn I been a man

Figure I never call myself a nigger to get Benjamin

Whats love got to do wit what you got

Not a whole lot, no forgot oh this shit is hotSpendin all the cheddar for clothes

Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud

Lost in dominoesNow the heads tell tales how the dead bled and fled

Now they livin up in the bed

Instead they seize us like Jesus

Married to the mob did a sloppy job in HempsteadLord had mercy wanna curse me

New world order got my ass drownin in the water

Now what you stuck to the west

That funk to the east is phat, ATL be krunk dirty southThirty thou crankin trunks

Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk

Now what be indebted, better get over it

Those times and raps aint never comin backNo future without a pass, I kick ass

Rock the sox off a Pandoras box

Is it any wonder why the clocks flavor got?

Between rehearsin a verse my jaw loxI set the bomb between the R and B scene

Go against the grain run up on the train

And so I parallel the brains of Cobain

As hip hop brain made em spill the champagneMake it plain the sound remains insane

Come the same no holes closin up the lane

Dont ask no questions on the simple level

Can the magic get Shaq back, Knicks get Van exelBold rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard

Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words

Turnaround funk power moves ruffs

I aint never been cuckoo for no coco puffsLSD, set it free make em see the tricks

Rather try at 37 than die at 26Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties

Lie for a lie, I look em in the eye

History speaking lawyers should die

Kissed the companies and made them all cryA new rap song and a real drive by

Why o why did the video die

The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas fraid

Threat of the aids got the bitches afraidThe goddamn white man got you afraid

Social service got your mama afraid

Scared of the fact before a niggas black

Some of you say nigga before you say crackYou got no back is what you lack

Just say black and Ill see where your ass is at

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