[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')