BSki Rocks - Withdrawals lyrics

[Verse 1: Agent 23] It's 23; hard to find me in the spot sober I tuned in, turned on, dropped out, and got over My only religion is spittin' 'til God shows up And found peace; with every beat, I'm a lot closer Trapped between seeking wisdom and hedonism I see visions; speak of my rhythm and people listen Cause I rock thorough; dawn to dusk and nocturnal Got inside my mind; minds are bent like crop circles Underground spit; still ram-shackled But my jams tackle cats; tide away the sand castles The way I spit it, every album is a riddle Because I'm gifted like Malcolm in the Middle I got it covered; competitors sweat like brick and Hot mustard; getting hang-ups like wrong numbers Anti-aircraft aimed at the wack when I wage war But laidback; this is the path it was laid for Laidback; this is the path I was made for Laidback, yo, yo [Hook: Agent 23] Cause I'm addicted to funk like drunks to sip bottles If I don't grip the mic, then I suffer withdrawals That are just awful; so I kick my flows out While cats keep yelling like "no doubt" Addicted to funk like drunks to sip bottles If I don't grip the mic, then I suffer withdrawals That are just awful; so I smash tracks to bits While cats keep talking about it like "that's the sh**" [Verse 2: Agent 23] My cabinets with no books are cavernous My pens are ravenous; sleep is sacrilege Speaking for the universe and serving as a catalyst Strictly pure sh**; no preservatives and additives It's 23 giving what you need And I can't stop moving like that bus in Speed I must travel every city and country from Sydney to Hungary Making a living by spitting on funk beats as I'm Ready to get grungy but mastered fantastic Pump up the ba** and blast the hand clap sh** Let's get it going; so co*ky when I'm flowing That I speak as spokesman writing slogans for Trojan I get you open like heart surgery And only the cat behind the bar is serving me But whether it be studio joints or handheld sh** I got to rip the mic; I can't help it I can't help it I can't help it Uh-uh, because, because [Hook: Agent 23] Cause I'm addicted to funk like drunks to sip bottles If I don't grip the mic, then I suffer withdrawals That are just awful; so I shoot my slang While cats keep yelling like "do your thang" Addicted to funk like drunks to sip bottles If I don't grip the mic, then I suffer withdrawals That are just awful; so I let the lyrics rip While cats keep talking about it like "I'm feeling it" [Verse 3: Agent 23] Write diligent; shine like filament Given the mics away like "Stop me before I k** again!" Busting sessions, crushing peasants With the best inventions since combustion engines Welcome to the eye of the storm when I perform I get crowds moving like pulling fire alarms The oldie spot rocker; never co*k-blocker Got proppers; haters bite balls like gobstoppers Now watch the head nod; kind of a stiff neck So, no I ain't rich yet, or hope to get big checks But I rhyme 'cause I enjoy it, not to go exploit it To an industry that's full of sh** like broken toilets Third-eye; we going 20/20 like Sealab Rhyming gets me higher than zigzags and weed bags I can't relax; I just relapse 23's a full-on addict like "f** rehab!" 23, funkaholic for life, G.F.E