LSD Lyrics

Told ya buffalo soldier

Fell to the ground like folgers

Couldn¹t hold the boulder

Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer

In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer

Tumors poppin from the middle of rumors

Generation x be the end of baby boomers

Is the next generation headed for doom

Control the soul and you got a got a

Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the spot

Think it¹s terrorism the border line¹s hot

Check the passports tap the telephone

Surprise they home grown

And one of your fuckin own

It¹s dat same ol shit - dat same ol game

From that same ol gang up to that same ol thing

Now what i see say you know me

I pour a metaphor of lsd

I don¹t know what yall thinkin about

But if you know like i know

You better strap on your seatbelt

Cause you in for a long ride

Now i be damn i been a man

Figure i never call myself a nigger

To get benjamans

What¹s love got to do wit what you got

Not a whole lot / no forgot oh this shit is hot

Spendin all the cheddar for clothes

Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud

Lost in dominoes

Now the heads tell tales

How the dead bled and fled

Now they livin up in the bed

Instead they seize us like jesus

Married to the mob did a sloppy job in hempstead

Lord had mercy wanna curse me

New world order got my ass drownin in the water

Now what you stuck to the west

That funk to the east is phat
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Atl be krunk dirty south

Thirty thou crankin trunks

Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk

Now what be indebted

Better get over it

Those times and raps ain¹t never comin back

No future without a pass i kick ass

Rock the sox offa pandora¹s box

Is itany wonder why the clocks flavor got

Between rehearsin a verse my jaw lox

I set the bomb between the r & b scene

Go against the grain run up on the train

And so i parallel the brains of cobain

As hip hop brain made em spill the champagne

Make it plain the sound remains insane

Come the same no holes closin up the lane

Don¹t ask no questions on the simple level

Can the magic get shaq back

Knicks get van exel

Bold rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard

Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words

Turnaround funk power moves ruffs

I ain¹t never been cuckoo for no coco puffs

Lsd, set it free make em see the tricks

Rather try at 37 than die at 26

Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties

Lie for a lie i look em in the eye

History speaking lawyers should die

Kissed the companies and made them all cry

A new rap song and a real drive by

Why o why did the video die

The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas fraid

Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid

The god damn white man got you afraid

Social service got your mama afraid

Scared of the fact before a niggas black

Some of you say nigga before you say crack

You got no back is what you lack

Just say black and i¹ll see where your ass is at