Dag Savage - DRUGS (Mr. Brady Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Partial Hook] My sh** is that crack rock Hollywood c**aine So Thelonious, man this beat is that Coltrane [Verse 1: Johaz] Fresh out the North American wilderness Blessed like an Islamic pilgrimage Chop lines that'll shine like a sun on the pyramids Mecca be the place where the heart of my spirit is 'Cause snakes bite the gra** just to show where they venom is The crack is so limitless, but hardly seen n***as talk about they paper, but they hardly cream Brothers claim they cook white but they hardly steam My foes lines of that coke, n***a Charlie Sheen The scroll excellent, high-power like Mescaline Asiatic specimen, resurrecting your next of kin I spit the fire voltage, prescribe a high dosage From my divine opus you subscribe and leave your mind focused You now rockin' with the Son of Man k** wack rappers at the jam like the Son of Sam Move like a thief in the night Promoters better have my cheese before I breathe on the mic [Hook: x2] My sh** is that crack rock Hollywood c**aine So Thelonious, man this beat is that Coltrane Black Tar Heron, Morris and Cobain This is your life Look around and it's so strange [Verse 2: Co$$] This be that Fash Ecology, black psychology Drop it like [?] or Muhammad kickin' prophecy We don't get along like Ahmadinejad and Ariel Sharon And that's cause y'all cloned You cats try to copy me, repossess your crowns Cause the Dirty Science colony holds monopolies on thrones Blaze your dome that be the king's chair and how you dare ever raise your tone To some royal ones, k**in' all traitors and unloyal ones Brother man, walk the Motherland where the soil, sun, sky and the clouds black We gon' make the crowds clap and heads nod Writers write about us in they headlines Co$$ is like a mixture of that thug n***a from Oakland And that from Biggie man from Bed-Stuy Focus with my best eye - the third one Burnin' down trees 'til the herb done The Earth spun off the axis, then reversed months, take it back Funny how them nuccas claiming realest be the fakest acts The first ones that's faking jacks, you know my M-O Worldwide from San Dago to South Central We gon' get that change, plain and simple [Hook] [Verse 3: Thurz] Rarely a second chance to light So I'm waitin' for that one-time, for the devil's head snipe While I'm in scope with a bad itch like a heat rash and head lice Some sawed off, to blast off, your hole left - you alright? Snake eyes, I don't trust, that's no dice, there's no mice Around my team, on my piece, smirkin' like the Mona Lisa (G's up!) As we stand corrected and build, vertebrae snappin And smackin' ho n***as down Pondering why the good die young, in city slums And these counterfeit frauds can walk around I'm jack trippin', gutting heifers, wet pussies and suede Who am I to storm 'em, RNS, no FEMA aid? Diamonds in my balls, s** it off Your fool's gold when it's thirty rocks, you ain't to blowin' your shine off Servin' your sweet tooth pinatas got syringes If you don't know this is that pure - for sure