[Intro: William Burroughs] You're the finest, most decent Most deeply humane man I ever known I'm puttin you down for additional medication son
[D-Sisive] I'ma sell my soul to the devil for a song that'll sell out the Dome A rebel with a cause and the cause is beyond the four elements of the genre we all thought was gone when Nas played God or coroner I'm so sorry for yo' loss, my condolences But it was far from embalmed, an indentity crisis possibly But rap rock it was not Gone are the days when Tupac waved two middle fingers out the window of a rolling car Or when Suge promised he wouldn't dance in your video Come to Death Row at The Source Awards Or when Snoop got booed, "What the East coast ain't got no love for Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg?" Or when Wu-Tang, killa bee buzzed on that New York stage, that Meth hopped off and brought pain to the spectators in the audience And I watched him glued to my monitor A chubby white boy with a moniker misspelled cause rappers can't spell Now I'm on the other side of the table +Declarin War+ on the mayor, +Pacewon+ The takeover, find me a rhymer better than D-Sisive, name one - nope~! Jay reattard Daniel Johnston raps Damien Abraham, fuck the nonsense I came to change the game like four bullets through Chris Wallace's car door, Rob Ford
[Interlude: William Burroughs] Thank you Doctor! For sure you should receive the death penalty Of such stuff are do-rights made Get there firstest with the brownest nose While down in the dim gray wards and bay rooms where the do-wrong hach and spit and shiver and vomit Fuckin crook he wouldn't give me a {*garbled*}
[D-Sisive] My daddy told me don't fear what we don't see A ghost is nothin but a Demi Moore scene, but What we can't see can't bleed We can't kill what we can't feel I'd rather fear the unknown than some Joe with a gun loaded Unloading it then blowing out gun smoke I can believe that, at least see that Squeeze that nine millimeter with these hands Dawg I duck him and I trust kid in a haunted house, trust me gon' run quick fast, whiplash, I'm sick homes So sick of home and their thin quotes where rappers, whine and cry and argue all day about why they all ain't signed Volume up talkin like they belong inside city hall You can play mayor, I'm +Declarin War+, Pacewon The takeover, find me a rhymer better than D-Sisive, name one - nope~! Henry Rollins, Warren Zevon Dark Order, the war has begun I came to change the game like nine bullets through Curtis Jackson's jawbone, Rob Ford
[Outro: William Burroughs] He said I got the wrong attitude {*laughter*} I should see the chaplain, get straight with Jesus All arts all sciences of past and great knows He didn't go to hell, to hell he goes {*applause*}Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
