Music Like Dirt

To those of y'all about to get down
Check the evolution in sound
Kick the city - wax masochistic
Solid brown makes crowns turn around

To those of y'all about to jump ship
Sick of trips where backbones won't dip
Underground beget overground
This sound won't slip - pimps replaced the hip

Citywide I'm tired, I'm tired
Taking up pills, swallowing down
Wired eyes fly, I visualize
This overwhelming black tide of sound

Dust dissolving: now who's the man?
Step back, roll the dice, make the plan
London burns, you're numb in both lips
So these are the pills that made you jacks hip?

To those of y'all about to get paid
Yo so am I - prime rhymes be my trade
Milk to milk down to lemonade
And round the back's where shake ya rump's made

To those of y'all about to freebase
Just get that wack shit outta my face
And before your IQ drops to 1.2
Don't crack, step back and retrace

Citywide I'm tired, I'm tired
Taking up pills, swallowing down
Wired eyes fly, I visualize
This overwhelming black tide of sound

Dust dissolving, now who's the man?
Step back, roll the dice, make the plan
London burns, you're numb in both lips
So these are the pills that made you jacks hip?

Kept back by the deeper rumblings in my breast
Bad vibes putting mad pressure on my chest
Fly time is a rhythm clocking exocet
Mad lines from a stranger you've already met
Tribal is the plate I'm eating from, you guessed
I'm full yet I cannot fit inside my vest
'Where's he at?' is the question I refuse to get
Here I'm at. Right here. In your headphone set.

You'll try to diss/take a crack at this/not algebra/or calculus.

So take a crack at this now.

Two truths make a lie, first you die then fly
Cross the sky - jambalaya with your chocolate pie
Suck it deep: don't let it interrupt your sleep
You'll get fleas and disease when you're counting your sheep
If you please, don't please 'em - run 'em off the ranch
Let them grow like leaves then rip 'em off the branch
Fly time is a rhythm clocking do-si-do
B-boys rocking with the freak-freak: so now you know.

You'll try to diss/take a crack at this/not algebra/or calculus.

So take a crack at this now.

It's the P.H.A.R.M.A.K.O.N.
The remedy, yes the cure from the poisonous pen
C.O.M.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.O.N.
What you'll find inside my rhyme is enemy and friend
Going N to the E the be the U.L.A.
Burning all the competition with the rhymes that I say
H the double O the L the I the G.A.N.
Now the soul is what will signify the hooligan.

You'll try to diss/take a crack at this/not algebra/or calculus.

So take a crack at this now.