[Intro]
You can't distort the message
When his core is messed with
It's a force to be reckoned
[Verse 1]
Framig Francisco, a psycho
A sicko that cycles
Through my membrane
Hydroplaning my bicycle
It's me against myself, iso
My own tears turn to icicles
I might go to an institution
I stitch illusions, I'm so difficult
My city divided like Pepsi/Coke
I'm really collided kaleidoscope
The vinyls were biblical
Before the rifles were cyclical
By habitual users and rivals k**ing for
The turf with drug abusers and fallen comrades
Territorial practices, spreading terror
Imagine it in your hometown
Combat cracking on concrete grounds
Calm your jets and put your seat belt on
[Hook]
This is what I'ma call the hook
Got these motherf**ers shook
They can't bear to even look now
This is what I'ma call the hook
Got these motherf**ers shook
They can't bear to even look now
My mind is a working factory
My heart is an organ missing keys
[Verse 2]
Dealing with ditching my siblings
Connecticut living, I'm drinking the pain away
Sipping this wicked elixir
Addicting the liquor, in order to paint the shade
Protect me
In retrospect, I select the next
Come get me
I party to hardly remember the day
Lost in the rhythm of the shadows
In the cinnamon thighs I'm splitting
Venomous eyes that serenade in disguise
I must get rid of the lies
And let them reach their demise, I'm ticking
Picking apart the combination that brought me here
I figured I'd let the population meet the real Paul Revere
Had a colorful conversation with Roy G. Biv
My thoughts are clear, I'm stirring the pot
Disturbing the sermon,I'm blurring the clock
The verge of insanity
All I think about is my town and family
[Hook]
This is what I'ma call the hook
Got these motherf**ers shook
They can't bear to even look now
This is what I'ma call the hook
Got these motherf**ers shook
They can't bear to even look now
My mind is a working factory
My heart is an organ missing keys
[Outro]
You can't distort the message
When his core is messed with
It's a force to be reckoned