[Hook: Block McCloud]
Let my style be free
My voice path frees me
Throwing rocks, can't see
‘Cause they won't where I go
[Verse 1: I-See-On]
Yo, yo, I rise through purple skies. Women cry, rise in alibis
I f**ed them but never loved them—they hurt me inside
Thought there was love here, but you was just smirking inside
Jump out the window. Icon'll never naturally die
Void as the black hole but never made it back home
When I die, make sure they bury me with a black rose
While in the black hole, a armadillo ate an astro
When I was born, my body was 95 percent coke
Yo, where I'm from, bad times and happiness walk hand in hand in the street
Was we sent here to live or just to die?
The world is much more than just trying to get high
I said, “The world is much more than just trying to get high”
[Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor]
What I write make the world shine bright, burn through your Oakleys
Bloodshot eyes. I breathe the city air that's smoky, shady
Souls done shown me how the closest even play me
I let the music raise me. She couldn't ever rape me—she made me
Mother and son, and, yo, I love her like none. It's crazy
Had I made her doubt me when I'm her baby
Breastfed from day one, patting my back over her shoulder
Pop then take me and changing my diapers on the sofa
Her little soldier. Giving me kisses and hugs
That can't be touched—unconditional love
The gift of the blood. Even wash my dick in her tub
Sing it to me. The sound was my nipple to s**
It tickle my gut. I close my eyes shut, open ‘em up
To a dirty Rolly, dirty glows, holding a cup
I could hardly hear your voice, ma. What happened to us?
Yo, I could hardly hear your voice, ma. What happened to us?
[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
Let my style be free
My voice path frees me
Throwing rocks, can't see
‘Cause they won't where I go
[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]
My words spit pure anger from years of hard labor
From rags to riches, from independent to major, living in danger
In a world of haters, corrupt mayors
Thug n***as with bangers, love, triggers, and chambers
I can't call it. My heart cold like Antarctic
Camcorded street life—put your mans on it
Hell, we stand on it. I'm trying to open your eyes
Nod your head and jam on it. To see twenty-six
I don't plan on it. So I stay twisting mad chronic
My life is in fast-forward—‘bout to see my last morning
I wake up, put my gear on, wipe the crust
Out of my eye, ready to die, kiss moms goodbye
Let the bombs fly. Every day is like war to me
I'm so high, I feel a bird with enormous wings
About to take flight. My voice carries me
Now I walk on the clouds amongst the heavenly
Bury me
[Verse 4: Block McCloud]
She said that every breath was me
Ecstasy when she was s**ing me. Brought out the best in me, my destiny
Guaranteed. She was my parents' seed—my folks called her “daughter”
Was right there when she broke water
Fair to say she was my biggest fan
So I did everything a n***a can to make the figures grand, including trigger-bang
Down on the corner, out on the street
Making the block hot, burner co*ked, avoiding the heat
They're on the beat like a metronome, out to get your head cloned
If dozing, posing threats, I'll set the tone first
Let their dome burst if they come up searching me, irking me
Taking my profit from me, jerking me
I'm coming up like Hercules. Certain fiends
Went from searching jeans and cheap fruits to three-piece suits
In pursuit of happiness and security
For you and me, my immortal beloved
[Hook: Block McCloud] (x4)
Let my style be free
My voice path frees me
Throwing rocks, can't see
‘Cause they won't where I go