Was of a Oklahoma city flair
That's not a construct for the radio
And I'm cryin', cryin'
'Cause all my life everyones lied to me
Who'll smack you out your mittens
Little tycos do the bloody mind sex
Pure savage established hard rock talk
But a cock ring and pair of PuertoRoc dunks
Every thing's exactly how it seems
Surrendered nice and calmly

You fuckin' assholes, keep your eye on me
And double dutched with the zombies
And the last of all I have is yours, now

But save your precious advice
Like we ain't notice the change, yeah right
With a fugitive dash after class
I'm cryin', cryin'
Became contorted with their own lies
Down here it's 30 percent every year
Where they lost the rock box batteries
Through kiddy flesh fade to dust
Call out with a fiendish ring
And I'm cryin'

To harass the gods of fame
Cryin', cryin'
And the goons that I collude with
Mayor Doomberg gives no funds
So, y'all creepers give me some privacy
Till the pattern of blasphemy's quitting
Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante words

Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz
Cryin', cryin'
El Producto sort of strange

They don't get my whole existence
Now, I feel that motherfuckers owe me dap
Maybe, tread where the sidewalk hawks
The kids just want a little more
I built the bag that cats will drown in
Trying to cop the bootleg instead
Broken into smithereens
With a veteran's decor
Cryin', cryin'

When the wandering ration line derails

When God is so clearly dusted out his mind

Trying to wait for the next boot
Look alive and hide tools
And the last thought that I had
But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave

There's a position to be filled
Move with me little soldier bitty
City air strange, sticky lungs
With cherubs puffin' a bundle
In the back of the little bus

With simile truant moves
Rip patch from your Hazmat suit
For contributing actual raps
And inhaled second hand spray
And it would seem

They say he stares at you, long range
Perhaps he's lookin' past us all
Call out with a fiendish ring
We'll hope to stagger magnificence
And it would seem

P.T.S. stress, we do drugs
On a bed that someone else made
We'll cloak and dagger the city

Mayor Doomberg gives no funds
On that plasticine path

When the water's colored rust

So, when I step in the stop frame
Where the walls talk your defiances
Lonely, all cast aside and homely

Every thing's exactly how it seems
Cryin', cryin'
Why should I be sober
Slip past with an odd bop
Just to manipulate their pain
I steal food
Trying to remember why he even tried
That I am cryin', cryin'
And he sees how MCs
An actual B boy brainiac
Broken into smithereens
Prime-time Hellemundo off mute
And alliances were made

And critics all see me twisted
In a world of super duper whores
Don't ask for something literal
And I'm cryin', cryin'

As a tot played on a block of bricks
I'll rip your squad in nothing
That I am cryin', cryin'
With his thousand yard gaze
Cryin', cryin'
On this rude shit same way
Old folks say, "Time to build"
And will break a crab down in public
Walked the high road to infinity
And I keep my meaning tucked deep
And forgot how shit was founded

To fund the world's end
From a child of secret society
But demolition pays more loot
And I'm cryin', cryin'
Insert hurt in a dome-piece
And went from battle rap to gun talk
City air strange, sticky lungs
'Cause I grew up around the Krazy Kings

I became pure BK
Circa 93 proof

I'll be your homie, bust through the Dolby
When it dropped you took

The velor couture township
It's the city I broke down in