I heard life of the chant can be stopped by accident when you’re trippin’ –
I heard mixin’ Hen with Bacardi Dark will get you slippin’ when it kicks in –
I heard stoned is the way of the walk and that tweekin’ is the only way to start every freakin’ weekend off –
So go ahead –
Keep sippin’ on your sizurp, sniff another line of snow –
Keep the coke bottle cold, invite my boy Captain Mo –
Have fistfuls of E steady running from some rum –
Have a tab of Sunshine, Triple Dip, or Hitler’s Last Revenge be a blessing on your tongue –
While the yayo left-strokes right through the nasal hole and blows past the barrier embedded in your dome –
Fire up that rock that you just copped in Chrome –
Take 40 rounds of Colt 45 to the head –
Stick a needle in your vein with some H-laced meth –
And hear your last words just before you go deaf –
So I can burn your eardrums with my turpentine flow –
You see –
I want you to meet that brother in the attic –
Scratch it –
I wanna be your pusherman –
Funnel you paradox mixed into a sonnet -
Have you remember, never forget, how I pulled the life out of you, you never knew you had –
I heard ice cubes in glasses continuously clink-clinking –
I heard Alkoholiks in the place say, ‘It must have been the brew that I was sipping’ –
I wanna disconnect dependency for some independent, self-motivated, moment of clarity, next level thinking –
I want my contradictions to churn all the acids in your gut –
And burn my last cynicism, content, like you ate way too much –
But still hungry at 12:30 like you had Chinese for lunch –
So swig on my synopsis and resuscitate your buzz –
I want my simile to caress your spinal cord and have you smile on the inside –
Try to visualize my allusions as a part of this confusion and fuck you up in your mind-sweep land-mine count to say I’m afraid –
There was nothing found at all in the Middle East terrain –
Cause these weapons of mass destruction are embedded in my brain –
And I strain real hard when I think, but when I spit I unhitch my jaw and unleash acid-fire rain and watch it stain the domain that I reign over and maintain verbally –
Proclaim to transfer my wrath hard-knock school style –
Deep into the minds of hard-head fools while I spew forth meteors, hot golden-blue -
Pile sharp rocks on the masses so my point gets through –
Dusted every Friday like Smokey in a chicken coop -
Wild child, illegitimate, neglected by the two cloudy vials next to him -
One cocaine and one mescaline –
Put me on for two trials, I’ll double jeopardize the crowd -
And have them stagger out the court clutching onto their chest again –
While the fingers of my bold words stranglehold their necks and then -
Shock em’ back to life, like tequila spiked rum –
Snaps you out of your hypnotic, catatonic slumber, but nasty to the touch when that shit hits your gums –
So inject my main point into your arm and loosen up the tourniquet –
As the madman breaks loose and has you overdose on this rhyming couplet ~