Somebody knows. The secrets we've been keeping. And the looks that we've been stealing. They're a ticking time bomb. . And when it blows. The wreckage and the wasteland.
I rock the ill shit, you know I kill shit. And then I build shit, get off my dills nit. 'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back. I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback.
Don't you frown. Just go sweetly. Let your senses suck the world. And your fingers through my hair. Shake and Crawl. Through the willow. There's a baby in our eyes.
We gotta hold onto hope,. In this heartless world we gotta hold on to hope,. We gotta let it go,. Or it'll eat us alive we gotta let it go.. . Do you know me?.
You played yourself. You played yourself. Look at them run and strain. Counting my change. They take aim I be game. I shoot to kill. They played themselves.
Bruised and I'm aching. Screwed to the floor. I'm high on the shock. I've closed off the door. Cut the heart of pain. Loaded with dice and shame. Where do you stop?.
My lady, unpredictable. She preach file and brimstone in the study hall. In darkness, she's a lightening bolt. She's so powerful. . My lady, undeniable.
If I was to sit down and actually write out a list. Of the MCs that missed it would be the constitution. They play their caps backwards still saying wack words.
Wake the dead. Serial sleepers slay with words unsaid. . Sleep with the light on. And keep the loneliness away. I feel the darkness anyway. And I wish for the dawn.
psychotic, motherfucka! skrapz, representing the house of krazees banging off the. chamber painting the town red right here in your fuckin ass i'm clinically.
Guess who's back. Guess who's back. Guess who's back. Guess who's back. Guess who's back. . I got the skills to pay the bills. I don't pop pills but I send chills.
Here's to wasted time. Here's to wasted time. Watching the tree's swaying in the breeze. . The corners of my mind. The corners of my mind. Are folding to meet like a secret that you keep.
House Of Krazees. House Of Krazees. House Of Krazees (Yea. Mother Fucker). House Of Krazees (Yea. Mother Fucker). House Of Krazees (Yea. Mother Fucker).
Meanwhile back at the ranch. We got Bo Duke and Daisy goin' to go see boss Hogg. Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars. . I don't need a glock 'cause I'm not a hard rock.
Here they threaten with murder and bribe us with peace.. Here they treat us like slaves and convince us we're free.. There's no turning back once enough is enough,.
Ha!. She said, she said, she said. And she don't wanna hear about it, no. You see it's ditchin' times in my life. And I don't care to talk about it. But I got nowhere to go.
I say brothers are amused by other brother's reps. But they're all playin' roles just like Omar Epps. I see so many players, I wonder where the coach is.
7: 00 am on Circle Street. Sprinklers ring out a symphony. All the kings and pawns off to work for their perfect lawns. . But me, I'm still dreaming of Sandy.
House of Krazees. No One Can Do It Better. House of Krazees. No One Can Do It Better. House of Krazees. No One Can Do It Better. House of Krazees. No One Can Do It Better.
I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps. But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps. I see so many players I wonder where the coach is.