(Verse 1: k** Bill)
Life is hard up in deep space nine
Cultivating landscapes over deep ba**lines
Life is free-base fine. It's hot to the touch and such
Stayed skipping cla**, and it was not for the double-dutch
Blast-Thru, Razr phone, stocks in the trunk and stuff
I wrote a few love songs I dropped and then crumpled up
Call me "Mister-Can-I-Get-A-Third-Chance?"
Catch me sipping ink and watching all my f**ing words dance
Introverted with imagination. Well that's great
But I'm a scumbag from time to time. I rhyme to test fate
Karma loops out; flies swarm and dudes doubt
But that's a fact of life, so man why you acting tight? Damn
Inner monologue broadcast across web-space
Flaws drawn out and pa**ed quicker than some NEXT dates
I'm f**ed in the head like it's Fishburne's s** tapes
Dudes fail to grasp like their arms are T-Rex shaped
In the mothership talking about love and sh**
Injecting life with false hope, it trickles out the punctured skin
A 90's baby with a tendency to take trips
Ba** dip inside my mind, I'm on my eighth hit
Pablo f**around, free my mind
I'm so boxed. Broke off some weed and rhyme
My feet recline when I've f**ing seized my time
And that's never ever, kid. I won't ever let it slip
More fire! Anything beyond your desire
Higher than Whitney Houston's suppliers' buyers
I'm good, though
My people stand behind me like I'm center-of-field, snapping ball
Mobbing with the crew, you don't even have to ask at all
(Chorus sample: The Game)
I had dreams of f**ing an R&B b**h
Dreams of f**ing
Dreams of f**ing
I had dreams of f**ing an R&B b**h