From the recording RED LEBANON
Lyrics
I luv my pops
even though hes a bastard
promise to show up
n never did after
at da age of six
dissapearing like casper
didnt hear from him
n my moms bellydancin
drank lots of liqua
had to flip pain to laughter
fuckin up liver
burning up da pancreas
75 proof gettin loose in dis booth
set roof on fire
battle fools like zeuz
mix beer wiski
till we go
get lost like a gypsy
hed spinning like a frisbee
if i go broke
would family miss me
will homies be around
will girlies kiss me
who knows fuck it
why contemplate
complicate my life
on sum shit dats beyond my fate
cognitive thinkin
my thought steady ringin
pop pills
pop thrills
i cant stop slingin
chorus
dis lifes messed up
got me stressed up
workin day n nite
no time to rest up
issues on my mind
loosin my time
lookin for a sign
n gods blessed up
Verse 2
Slingin en rimes
like dimes on streets
throw five so live
soon as dive in beat
flyin n sinkin
puffin n drinkin
linkin pieces
to formulate a thesis
on weekends
took time to reflect
enrich my intellect
with sum shit dats
beyond ya head
animal instinct
soon as beast come out
no doubt
dog i bee streets
i just took a different route
takin action
in brokerage transactions
sharin a fraction
conversation wit my faction
money is great
but lil bring an added value
its about us
not me or just u
trips to lebanon
makin power moves
power tools
like an hours glass shift da shit
sum win or loose
so here a conclusion
spent enuff years
lost in confusion
chorus
dis lifes messed up
got me stressed up
workin day n nite
no time to rest up
issues on my mind
loosin my time
lookin for a sign
n gods blessed up
Verse 3
No snoozin
hardtimes builds a good charcater
instead of being blinded
by illusions
steady youtubin
trunk be boomin
shish kabob fumin
cigars be cuban
broads be boozin
forgot what a human is
exuberant n super rich
fly like superan flicks
its kha
not new to dis
cut foolishness
u know i drop da coolest hits
sandnigga hussel
peasant to a sultan
smokin dat sheesh
got u movin n bouncin
now i walk around
like a sheik with a falcon
mr roukoz
wit 2 hoes
They like to get too close
while i spit rimes out da balcony
cats in back of me
be raw wit no paws
since a young buk
on dese broot streets
fasinated by raps
n mobb deep beats