Candy Strip Experience Lyrics - Persona Non Grata - Urban Dance Squad

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 

Population, real frustration - ready to bug 

No formation, it's really hard against streettugs 

So the blocks shock with rock, different from a jvc box 

Another sick dance over some designer drug 

Boys to men in caps baggies hoodies 

Eyes of destruction, now could you look moody ? 

Day and nighttime, they prowl like a nightowl 

Dispatchin' more tactics than my man colin powell 

They dodge, hush, rush without a blush 

Cat and mouse with five-o that holds a grudge 

And it's like that 

On the candystrip 

Candy's gold out of hands 

Gotta note thank you man 

On the candystrip 

People stroll in a trance 

Understand with one glance 

On the candystrip 

Instant build-up ain't clean 

Not far from a dream 

On the candystrip 

Man, man, man, man 

I must say I'm touched 

When you dilyy-dally 'round the methadon bus 

The soul with the same hole as their pockets 

Here's the supply guy, don't need no ducats 

And off to the famous spot 

Be a leech for the twat ownes a lot 

Had a blast - that can no longer last 

Build up fast in the moments of rash 

Had a bash for the cash 'n purse that you snatched 

Take cardboard tatch, build a home to rest 

Shame in a game when the eye's upon you 

A tramp in the land, but the world went wrong too 

Turned psycho-paranoid, it's the world you dodge 

Starin' at the bloodcrust, your monster of lust