[Intro: Drunken Dragon]
Sometimes I don't understand these cats
f** is you talking too, I'm telling you duke
Better get the f** out my face with that bullsh**
n***as ain't havin' it over here, son, for real, kid
It's like this...
[Drunken Dragon]
Thug life, drug life and fast money
Bubblin', got young bloods searching for trouble
And the myst of murder one, bustin' guns at scuffles
Po-po, bout to f** up your hustle, slithering
Fair weather friends and broads go AWOL
Houdini's in a total recall, afraid of predators
Prey, say they prayers in nightmares
Still get they panties rocked, by black co*k ammunition
Spittin' like semen from foul demons on a mission
The six-six-six is still ticking
You wishing for the mystical to redeem
The spiritual, evil sh** you do
But whose looking out for you? Yo
[Chorus: Drunken Dragon]
How real is real, is it something you feel, or something you front
Something you will and something you want
Never want a ma** of energies in your force field
Still, the Guard-U-Now'll get you k**ed
[Drunken Dragon]
n***a, don't front for my approval, sh** ain't all good
I grew up a po' n***a, strugglin' in the hood
Get a mil, I barely could, til I started banging n***as
Me in Guess jeans, connect, for triple figures
Didn't dig it though, it wasn't me or my steeze
Still tight, so hold a mics, caught a quick cash flow
That crack sh**, had 'em doing back flips and semi's
Losing they sense, I learned alot from the dummies
Searching for the other wise, and duties of the civilized
Then I mutated, and formed three eyes
Realized, my true culture, now vote ya life taking
Giving more than I received, then I believed
That, damn I stand for justice, must this be I'm moving fast
They say I'm too damn old & outta control from smoking too much gra**
Bbut I got trouble in the myst, and all I got is Dragon fists
Aiming at your brain, at point blank range, and oh this sh** don't miss
Yo, ain't nobody swinging like this, I bring the myst
Leave ya blind to the sh**, that my muthaf**ing clip spit
Herbs yet, from the devastation, that be destination
Trooping with that Nation, keep the foul ba**ing
Ya blood rising like diamond crystal, when the nines in between
Ya eyes, bout to take out ya third sight
Seen it all when I was younger, many n***a still under
Impression, and second guessing without doing the knowledge
Metaphorical, hypothetical, story tellers
Still don't understand how I stay a hot fella
Ya barking like Old Yeller, still ain't got the bite of this
Vicious rhymealicious, ambitious in the game
Flame stay lit, to spark the brain, start the session
I make born the seven, and find my own heaven
[Chorus]