first track from the shaman album
Wicked gangsta wrap.
SHAMAN http://www.soundclick.com/witchdoc
Mista Murda -
http://www.soundclick.com/mistamurda
and J Reed -
http://www.soundclick.com/mrjreed
Lyrics
I'ma have to tell my kids, stay away from the chronic/
Keep yo head in the books, hooked on them phonics/
Cuz the genes I gave to you predispositioned yoself/
To neglect yo health/
In search of wealth/
But... ya paintin pictures on air, and it won't stick/
Or fetch you no bricks ah gold/
It's the crow and you know I'm cawing/
Hang myself in the sun till my heart's done thawin/
When you get the hang ah the game/
Then you realize it ain't nuthin but a damn shame/
Fools be runnin around like a circus/
Actin up, they bouts to get turned off like they was some circuits/
Cuz I'm yo breaker/
You better wake up/
And smell my mushrooms/
Psilocybe cubensis want me to thank ya/
For the effort ya put in try to run and gank move/
Ain't gon be a next time, on the full moon Shaman bout to come shank you/
[Hook]
(Dark night of the soul) x4
Yo witchdoctor/
Bust at you from the chopper/
On the dark night of the soul, got woodrose in the water/
Voices on the radio its turned off. So what's the catch?/
Salvia divinorum mixed wit them fly agarics/
I must be drownin in heresy. Ain't nobody wanna get wit the Shaman I'll make you let loose/
Like you was drinkin prune juice/
When I fit the noose on ya, sh** in yo pants/
Take up yo guard stance, prepare for the footwork/
In this death dance/
n*** s know I'm on point like Chris Paul/
Catch me in the VIP, sippin crys stall/
like I'm breakin down/
Let me break it down for n*** s who can't move quickly, move swiftly/
Out the way/
When I'm staggerin tipcey/
My brain circuitry been fried/
When the hawk cry/
Then they all die/
I don't give a f*** man, that n*** looked at me wrong, he didn't talk right/
There's bound to be a murder victim in this room/
Don't know what's goin on, delirious, dizzy and confused/
Bout to just pop off/
Get knocked off/
Yo block witta f*** in sawed off/
That jack move's, yo last move, yo head's bout to fall off/
[Hook]
I'm all alone in the night time/
It's my time/
To throw up my game cuz I ate some cyanide/
n*** s wanna know what happen when the shaman's in his hut/
I'm a break em off like a kit kat bar, leave em in the back they cut/
F*** ya. Muthaf*** ahs act like they in my corner/
But I know when the times get rough, them same n*** s gonna be a goner/
So I keep my crows wit me/
From the woods, to the city/
When I walk, my head be bobbin to their ditty/
Cuz my brain's membrane been breached/
And besieged/
By the compounds ingested, each/
And every hallucinogenic substance got me brain fried/
Watchin my life fly by like its train ride/
It feels like I'm tipsy floatin on a boat/
Bouts to chuck yo corpse across the bow and gloat at ya/
So if ya know better, you better act it/
On the dark night ah the soul, I'm shamancraftin/
