psychic is the brain
numbers numb the pain
cadillac in gear
hell, i got the fear
bitches in the room
singing songs about some broom
i don't know what they be saying
all i know is playing shady
just words in my mind
tumbling back and forth
webster's dictionary is my mommas teat
how does it get so sour?
bringing it all back home
underneath the thunderdome
braking in my coup de ville
let's make a naked thrill
now the moment that i said
when a playa plays da game
says what you mean to say
contemplate the bullshit within
you laugh while i cry
i weep while you sigh
just another cup of coffee
let's time go half past nine
now this rap writes slowly
like my teeth, gold, peachy clean
ali bubu and alladin
love lifts us up where we belong
hell, i got no one
not a friendly shoe or dime
only monumental words, they fly
ekstastic moments in my cry
i know it don't make much sense now
with the clutter of junk that hangs around
drink the liquid, drink the tea
everything is herbal
ain't life a dream
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