Hip-Hop, hundred dollar bills
Why you fuckin' with me though
Like there's some shit to see, yo
Today ain't the day to get Deebo'd
RIP though
I'm on the way to the freak show
Learned to see through the evils
Learned it from Reasonable Doubt when I was a teen, yo
Ya'll stay livin' in fetal positions
Feeble evil witches will get ya
Make a meal with ya
These are real descriptions
See [?]
See it for real once you can feel the picture
Trouble though
As the world turns my stubble grows
It seems that the world burns and the puddles grow
Pour a quart of brew in every corridor I stumble towards
For the one that made the mess more famous than Russell Crowe
More muscle, ever seen him tussle, [?]
Bring me back when I was younger, yo
Things were more subtle you know
Although the heat can leave you busted in your head for your bubble coat
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What? What?
