Track off 'From Bazix 2 Cicatrix: 16 Memorial Tracks'. RIP Bazix.
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Lyrics
I’m like a scientist preparin’ a substance/
Usin’ ingredients that only bearin’ destruction/
It’s dawg eat dawg, I eat ‘em fresh out the oven/
My wife’s gonna marry a cannibal husband/
Fans love me, though they know my track’s gonna crush ‘em/
Like abused kids made to believe their parents still love ‘em/
The game ain’t stuck, man/It’s doin’ backwards construction/
Went from Pac, to D4L, to Paris, then nothin’/
Mainstream is fallin’/Underground is evolvin’/
My tracks make people duck like the sound of revolvers/
Bein’ crowned like we ballers/Rippin’ out of our collars/
Cut actors down, and/Pound ‘em to saw dust/
I got the arm of a soldier/The mouth of a lawyer/
So gang or government, I’m bound to destroy ya’/
We surroundin’ ya’ quarters/Blow you out of ya’ office/
Say you want an artist that can blow, I found one for ya’/
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It’s “monkey see, monkey do”/
Ya’ll must not see me, cuz you still don’t do like I do/
I ride through/Fire shots at ya’ right shoe/
Just to make ya’ heart skip a beat like ya’ rhymes do/
I’m sorry Miss. Mainstream, it’s bye bye/
Lock you in the trunk, park you in the middle of a drive by/
I mean, mainstream is dead anyway/
And all these dawgs talk bout how they can’t feel pain/
So I say let’s test em out/
Tie a string to ya’ tongue, make ya’ swallow it and shit it out/
Tie it to a tree, so ya’ tongue comes out ya’ anus as you walkin’/
That way you can taste the shit you’re talkin’/
I talk bout death in a casual way/
Not cuz I’m dumb, but cuz my braincells are dead in my brain/
It’s mainstream and the records they sharing/
My braincells commit suicide the second they hear ‘em/
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