Prime-time Hellemundo off mute
But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave
With his thousand yard gaze
Every thing's exactly how it seems
'Cause I grew up around the Krazy Kings
Till the pattern of blasphemy's quitting
Why should I be sober
Move with me little soldier bitty
And I'm cryin', cryin'
On a bed that someone else made
There's a position to be filled
When the wandering ration line derails
Trying to wait for the next boot
Surrendered nice and calmly
And double dutched with the zombies
And I'm cryin'
Trying to cop the bootleg instead
Cryin', cryin'
The kids just want a little more
Cryin', cryin'
Old folks say, "Time to build"
With simile truant moves
El Producto sort of strange
Broken into smithereens
They don't get my whole existence
Rip patch from your Hazmat suit
I'm cryin', cryin'
In the back of the little bus
And forgot how shit was founded
In a world of super duper whores
You fuckin' assholes, keep your eye on me
To harass the gods of fame
With cherubs puffin' a bundle
So, y'all creepers give me some privacy
Now, I feel that motherfuckers owe me dap
To fund the world's end
I'll rip your squad in nothing
Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz
Every thing's exactly how it seems
And critics all see me twisted
I became pure BK
Mayor Doomberg gives no funds
And I'm cryin', cryin'
On that plasticine path
Insert hurt in a dome-piece
It's the city I broke down in
Broken into smithereens
Was of a Oklahoma city flair
Walked the high road to infinity
But demolition pays more loot
From a child of secret society
City air strange, sticky lungs
When God is so clearly dusted out his mind
That I am cryin', cryin'
And I'm cryin', cryin'
The velor couture township
We'll hope to stagger magnificence
But a cock ring and pair of PuertoRoc dunks
Call out with a fiendish ring
And went from battle rap to gun talk
I'll be your homie, bust through the Dolby
I built the bag that cats will drown in
Trying to remember why he even tried
But save your precious advice
An actual B boy brainiac
And inhaled second hand spray
Cryin', cryin'
And it would seem
And I keep my meaning tucked deep
Don't ask for something literal
Through kiddy flesh fade to dust
Little tycos do the bloody mind sex
P.T.S. stress, we do drugs
Like we ain't notice the change, yeah right
On this rude shit same way
Down here it's 30 percent every year
Mayor Doomberg gives no funds
Where the walls talk your defiances
Circa 93 proof
When it dropped you took
Became contorted with their own lies
Who'll smack you out your mittens
And the goons that I collude with
I steal food
City air strange, sticky lungs
For contributing actual raps
Perhaps he's lookin' past us all
With a veteran's decor
And he sees how MCs
Lonely, all cast aside and homely
And the last thought that I had
They say he stares at you, long range
With a fugitive dash after class
And will break a crab down in public
Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante words
Look alive and hide tools
Pure savage established hard rock talk
So, when I step in the stop frame
Maybe, tread where the sidewalk hawks
And the last of all I have is yours, now
And alliances were made
When the water's colored rust
Slip past with an odd bop
Just to manipulate their pain
And it would seem
Cryin', cryin'
Where they lost the rock box batteries
As a tot played on a block of bricks
Cryin', cryin'
'Cause all my life everyones lied to me
Call out with a fiendish ring
That's not a construct for the radio
We'll cloak and dagger the city
