Frukwan - Defective Trip (Trippin') lyrics

[Intro] *coughing* You alright, man? Nah that nit dog Word? sh** was good, but was not it Yo money, bet so check this muthaf**in hyperformic sh** out This is from molten rocks broken down in it's purest form Have some of this, check this sh** out Let me try this sh** "How y'all feel out there? Aw Yeah" [Verse 1: The Gatekeeper] Wanna see something that can make you sick? Stand in front a jet on the Gaza strip I used to take puffs from a car, jet in my garage Then I get blitzed from the charge I felt my head swaying, my eyes in a daze Felt balanced then off balance, I got d** for days A room full of smog I dipped it in my dart then I threws it at my dog I need another hit, hurry, quick, hurry, quick! My high's taking sides and the sh**'s about to kick I'm gasping for air, my vision disappears I'm blinking and I'm thinking hmm yeah Word, cause that's the sh** I was hawking So stay the f** away cause I spit when I'm talking Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid punk When I'm Trippin' [Chorus: De La Soul sample] "Life of the check can be stopped by accident When you're trippin' (trippin' trippin' trippin') the wire of the" [Verse 2: The Grym Reaper] Some people like cheeba, some like brew I get mad lifted off a gallon of glue Pretty soon I spin like a top In the middle of the room and the sh** won't stop Know what I see when I trip? The rats in the basement all start to flip All through my building from door to door I swear there's a fire, so I piss on the floor Now down the corridor was old fat Ned Scheming on a bl**job from a crackhead He was like, "Hey, want a piece little man?" I was like, "Yo, I'm better off with my hand" Oh sh**, reality returns I need another hit but the glue won't burn I'm cuckoo and murderous, just plain nuts Smoking Sodium Pentothal, cigarette bu*ts and Trippin' [Chorus: De La Soul sample] "Life of the check can be stopped by accident When you're trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin') the wire of the" [Break: RZA] Yo, pa** it man [Verse 3: RZArector] '86 on the strip, aiyo my hands was rusty Grym Reaper, Gatekeeper, my n***as let's get flusty Leaky leaky, I feel the high from the stimuli I'm acting two faced, like the signs of Gemini My head keeps on spinning, constantly continuing Two tabs of mescaline f**s up my adrenaline I'm in a 'f** that sh**' and I can't escape it It's like goo-goddamnit, I hate it Sometimes I get blind from the grapes of the vine The wine, it f**s up my mind every time I'm going and all I wanna be doing is boning But like a dope fiend character of Donald Goines I'm stuck, flipping, slipping I'm tripping Life of the check Can be stopped by accident When you're tripping (Cause I'm Trippin')