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Ez DruZ
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Double C Records
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April 18, 2003
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Lyrics
Nicotine—SOG feat. Ez Druz, Aesop Rock
Verse #1 CraQ:
Always with my friend imagination, but i miss my girl creativity
My pastor saw me painting question marks with my blood on scenes of the nativity
But it's all good yo cuz i got my textbooks and the Bible
Fuck food and love, they say that they're all i need for survival
My brain's taking little nibbles, hoping one will disappear
The other's casually whispering ultimatums in my left ear
And my right ear's getting dicked, licked, and tricked by two guys
So how the fuck can i hear when she calls me cutey pie?
So the harder you dig, the more likely you'll strike rock
Still waiting for the dryer to spit back out my white sock
I'd wear a black one and show off but it doesn't match my high tops
Still trying to see things through with the vision of a cyclops
Mentally handicapped, even my adult inside me asks where the candy's at
Crying for the bottle before switching off with my salad fork
I refuse to choose to spend or send one cent for my child support
Tis better to be worthless than to be just a dollar short
Swallowed my pride and the ocean when i followed the tide
Tried to float to the moon with a body that's hollow inside
Teachers lied/ turns out the ozone made of glass not gas
But all i've got is this shovel to break through the dirt
So i'll sink to the center, say bye, and pass through the earth
To escape the man on the moon making faces at me
But i refuse to laugh along, run my decathlon gladly
Blindfolded to my camera, but whatever makes you happy
(CraQ) Hook X8:
The stars are glistenin
So run away with the nicotine
(Aesop Rock) Bridge X4:
Yes, yes ya’ll and u don’t stop,
keep on to the break of dawn
Verse 2 Ez DruZ:
Uh, yea,
you know how it is in the world muhfukas always wanna talk shit
To get them themselves noticed they would pull any gimmick out of they list
Spreadin rumors fast like rodents infected with the bubonic plague
Why state the truth when the fog can make all ya’ll lies look vague
Ya’ll realistically fake, but what I say is virtually true
Fuck getting high of life, I would rather be giddy with booze
To gimme a boost, I dun need elevators to lift my skills up
My mind is like a girl’s drawer coz itz filled wit useless stuff
From love letters, to diaries to make up accessories
All they used for is try to hide the answer from the seeker, me
But like the king martin luther jr in my mind I had a dream
To get to the promised land, solely with my hands, I’ll part the sea
To sink deep, I’ll juz hit ice like titanic for a couple weeks
To traverse this jungle of life I prefer tanks over jeeps
Joining forces but not deafeated like japan in world war 2
Itz a 2 man show like a freestyle circle in da harker skoo
I cross shit like i was being sucked dry in the transverse colon
My head might seem big, datz because my ego has been swollen
I’m moving on to the next level like after I killed da final boss
Using drugz’s a sacrifice, but to the brain itz called a loss
So itz not because I cant sleep at night that I turn and toss
But the nicotine has me yearning the light like a hungry moth
Smoke, nauseous Shakespeare syndrome had me hurlin ma rhymes
Had ma notebook on the gamefield just to back-up my lines
But ma visions getting worse and in this case glasses won’t help
Stress swallowing me up, and pulling on my artistic belt
Avalanch sends a rush, flow down the sink, pulled out the plug
Losing what I want; I’m praying for the break of dawn
(EzDruZ) Hook X2:
The stars are glistenin
So run away with the nicotine
The stars are glistenin
So run away with the nicotine
The stars are glistenin
So run away with the nicotine
The nicotine (uhh) the nicotine (yea) the nicotine (the nicotine)
(Aesop Rock) Bridge X4:
Yes, yes ya’ll and u don’t st
