sh**, I'm out of gas
Sometimes it takes a fatality
to get us back to reality
But that frame of mind doesn't last
after the sound and smell from the blast
Finds its way into the past
Way past, past the perennial into the centennial
10 more years of sh** to get your sh** into
I gotta a lot f**ed up sh** to say but no venue
At least not one that reaches those not like you
The deaf blind and especially dumb
I ain't got a mother f**ing thing to say to those that think I'm the one.
On the truth their sold, my words are old and cold
But at least the stories I spit are true and bold
Whos heart do you hold?
Can it be bought and sold?
Do you know the true, the j**, and the crew,
5 trillion dollar demons that are poisoning you?
They put it into your mind and into your food
f** your kids in their a**es and tell you its good
sh**, they teach your kids to tell you its good
You know what i mean yet?
cause I cant just come out and say it
Might as well go to the white house with an AR and spray it.
Cause I'm the K-R-E-Y-E-Z - O-G-M-C N-O-P-D H-A-T-E-S HO, Watch THE MIKE FLOW
But its the NAS that are coming to my front do'
But doesn't matter cause I am still out of gas and I left my phone in my other pants.
sh*t