Barbwired empty dreams. Existence is futile. Down deeper down. Rock bottom reality. . Avoiding edges. Still drawn to death. Removing arsenic. Injecting strychnine.
There's bills to pay and planes to catch. And my socks just never seem to match. But I'm alright. And every night I lie awake. And think I've taken all that I can take.
Lay your head on my shoulder. Feel my body keep you warm tonight. You're the child, I'm the cradle. Let me be your shelter 'til the morning light. . And baby, won't you cry? Baby, cry.
Counting the days on the calendar. Strange how they bleed into each other. All that I need. Is a day with you. . Pencil me in on your Saturday. Taking my leave.
I want you when you are close to me. I want you never to be far. I know you have laid a trap for me. Yes, I know you, but not as who you are. . Black on the ground, I am still as a stone.
Close the door, put out the light,. Come sleep till tomorrow comes creeping.. Talk some more, till I grow tired,. Don't leave till you know that I'm sleeping..
Y'all. Yeah nigga, it's your boy. We out here in the ghetto man. We deep in the hood right now. Man fuck the studio. It's too hot in that bitch right now.
We see the same mistakes, over and over.. This blurry vision decisions keep getting colder.. They say we gotta wait, till we get older to make a difference just listen call off your soldiers..
Put your hands up. Put your hands up. . Ladies and gentleman your now rockin' with the best. Just Blaze,. Put your hands up Swizzy,. Put your hands up Diddy.
[Verse 1]. Nukka Saigon where'd you get that FLOW. You better get in there and get that DOUGH. All over the world, god, it's kids that KNOW. You remember in South click we did that SHOW.
[Verse 1]. Nukka Saigon where'd you get that FLOW. You better get in there and get that DOUGH. All over the world, god, it's kids that KNOW. You remember in South click we did that SHOW.
We try our best to survive,. We ain't running away. And keep our heads to the sky,. God will never lead us astray. It's that stress and depression goodbye.
Well you're livin' everyday. And you need to have your say. So you've got to find a way to make it happen. There's a tunnel in the ground. Moving at the speed of sound.
My sails are torn and I'm lost at sea. The stars refuse to guide me. The ocean's churning and I'm burning to see. What horrors await me. Horrors await me.
Get up in it. Start her up. Get her washed dog, prime her armor up!. Big wheels, Cadillac grilled up. Keep your Esc cause daddys' got the Dilla. Custom, plus them.
Mic checka checker, never hack a. Story-observin'-time this time I ain't the wrecker. Of brainpan, veins and there's a gameplan. Grind teeth, in a small timespan.
Wish and stay green like the hornet. Keep kickin' like kato. Wish my middlefinger never pointed. To those who always act so-so. Insane to drain out the character.
All tracks by Urban Dance Squad. Produced by Phil Nicolo and Stiff Johnson. Engineered and mixed by Phil Nicolo. Rudeboy: Vocal, backing vocals. Magic Stick: Drums, short waves, backing vocals.
If you need a strong hand. To guide you through the night. If you want someone who understands. Then things can?t get uptight. . If it means anything to you.