Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge I'm tryin' not to lose my bread It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from goin' under It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from goin' under
[First verse: Your Old Droog]
Comin' up, my crew didn't know that there's rappers who were independent We was more concerned with the shine in your pendant Just flossin' in the WIC check line Never heard of Tech N9ne but they seen a TEC-9 Growin' up, I never heard Atmosphere or Slug I prefer the atmosphere where you might just catch a slug But I'm livin' real good now, it's bugged The kid is pipin' Pitchfork and Fader hoes, takin' 'em to Trader Joe's What's the downside? No more Crown Fried Some droogs do me greezy, I'm bound to let it slide I got little hometown propers, I been around the world I'm not in some shitty club singin' "Brown Eyed Girl" No shots at my pops, I'm 'bout to stop goin' to Key Food And start to shop at Whole Foods, what should I cop? I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny And what I do? Buy more gluten-free Cupcakes, bran flakes, and pancakes, never lay no bland takes Y'all know how I handle breaks The flow gets in there, ya make no mistakes All the way in Some 'Bando' in Orlando, they say that it's Land-O-Lakes I don't care if your hands' callus from calisthenics You heard of .50 cal asthenics? I'm coolin' On the lookout for schizophrenics Who wanna shove you while you're waitin' for the 2 at hun-25th and Lenox
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[Second verse: Your Old Droog]
So gung-ho, I grow on you suttin' fungal From the jungle to the bungalow, G-in' a young ho Come creep with a creep, get right I also mess with old hoes who keep it tight She said, "How do you sleep at night?" I don't, I sleep in the day ??? Still carrying on April Fool's jokes deep into May That's a running gag--order Document a re-reporter, ??? hit the store then bought a bag of Funyuns with a quarter That's when I stepped outside and got pressed Wasn't calm and collected, the kid was a hot mess Looked away for a second then got blessed Dazed for a minute, but at the end, he walked away spotless They came to see who's liver And see who's liver gon' get stabbed with a rusty screwdriver (that's rough) Bad enough he punked ya, then punctured your lung--what an interesting conjuncture Not everyone was raised a shooter And if they didn't have a razor, they'd bust your shit open with a Razor scooter Remove the flicks from the computer Them bitches didn't recognize me because I used to be cuter (ha, HA!) Saw me woofin' at the rave, I dipped That was a mean save, wait until y'all see me with a clean shave Step in the spot like Encino Man Just rolled dice and won a C-note man, that's with a cold hand Try to get this cool hand lukewarm I hold it straight up without shakin', I'm too calm And motherfuckers think my charm is a fluke Until they see me with their mom duke--duke ya moms While George Duke play She caught the dick like a bouquet while you was in your room playin' 2K You (hey!) get out my way These motherfuckers better listen when Droog say
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[Third verse: Rast RFC]
I grabbed the rifle and I screamed, "Free Mumia!" I die for the cause Lived life on the edge and America pushed me off I almost jumped a couple times, I was lost Nigga tried to find God so I snatched a nigga' cross Take a walk on the wild side, tales form the dark side Throwin' molotov cocktails where the NARCs hide Apartheid in the projects Where bloods and crips fight, the Gods drop knowledge Tell the little kids, "Go to college" now they tryna make a dollar Sellin' powder nigga tryna get a break like Nell Carter Gunshots from the sweeper Introduce you to the grim reaper I'm hearin' screams in my dreams, wakin' up in cold sweats, shakin' Nightmares of fed time with the Aryan nation (And then what happened?) So I caught three cases In the same month, robbin' shit with Big Nose Jason On 23rd and 2nd, five blocks from The Latham In the Prince George--these are early 80's crack havens Wavin' a MAC-11 like it was a home invasion Chokin' a nigga out, his eyes squinted like an Asian Money I was chasin', time I'm facin' Runnin' from the cops, sweatin' like I'm freebasin' So now we in the station, prayin' like a christian The cop said the woman we robbed wants a conviction "Wait, hold up--thought this chick was a man" Dyke bitch, baggy jeans with a black doo-rag It was mistaken identity, no more steak and philly cheese Upstate, here I come, damn, silly me So I bailed out, no doubt, for a robbery ? Beboppin', knot of hundreds ? in the street like Gotti Celebratin' my freedom, ? Up in Speed ? burn the weed, indeed Niggas screw-facin' like they ? on E ? Nigga push me, bouncer tries to break it up, I broke his nose Two nights in Central Bookin', R.O.R., the same clothes ("So like a week later, I caught a fuckin' sale, man" / "Word?" / "Fuckin' undercovers, man") These are the trials and tribulations of a psycho mental patient Off his medication waitin' for Droog to walk in the station I finally seen him coming, tried to push him but he snapped With an evil grin, he turned around and threw me in the track
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[Outro: Rast RFC]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
