Cambatta - Rebirth of the Crack Baby lyrics

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Cambatta - Rebirth of the Crack Baby lyrics

I'm the 'Batta man, human contraband Cause I'm illegal like a bird in a doctor's hand I saw my sonogram, and I appeared to be centrifugally spinning In the same position how Sonic ran Daddy not a Super Sonic fan, f** a glove Momma want a ring on her knuckles like what's in Sonic's hands p**y is his promised land Mecca is the black box, got 'em on his knees like Islamic man Prayed to God and got a Cam and placed him in the center Of placenta ff the place that you enter To the hole like I play center Layed up as my body and my face render graced is the great scepter Incubated in a hydroponic grow box With radiated glow rocks then closed up with a bolt lock My birth certificate had no pops It's kinda like I'm baby Christ but instead of a manger it's a dope spot From a place were you don't call cops They cooking base inside the basement but the door ain't locked I was just a tot when I walked in and I saw them pots Boiling hot Weed as loud as Haitians in the barber shop Patrons come to bargain shop the place to get that raw and rock Take these vivid memories and place them in my story plot Witnessing the birth of black Jason and the Argonauts Armed and got a army set up bases on a foreign block corners pop My life story's a John Singleton movie Rock slinging and Uzi's, pot chiefing and looseys Substitute me and make Pras leave out the Fugees Am I 'Pac or am I Big in that car seat in the Coogi If it means I'll be endowed with the God features then shoot me What? Hold my car keys and my j**elry I'll concuss you , then I'll spit out a hawk heave and a loogey On your baby girl head like I'm flea in that movie It's k**a season, getting even, the pistol squeezing On these simple heathens, shipping bricks up to different regions Like its Christmas season, committing treason Prison system sneaking on me like a ninja creeping So I Assa**in Creed them What if when you're dying on your d**hbed The secret to revitalizing life is being breast fed Before that moment that I'm dead I'll f** so many virgins when I'm resurrected I'll wake up in a red bed I encapsulate the universe sonically My physiology represents the dichotomy I think I now overstand the idolatry If I'm dollar tree you, you climb on to me You take fruit from me, you hang noose from me If I'm dollar tree, you try chopping me I wish a n***a wood, I'll pop the trunk There's more bite than bark in me I force the belief and all them addicts fall from me