Cambatta - God On Crack (S&M:DMT) lyrics

[Intro: Cambatta] I'm just a f**in' fiend in a long-a** dream So f** you, and everything in between [Verse 1: Cambatta] I'm sleeping in the bed that they conceived me in Checking in the hotel they shot King up in The podium they shot X where I preach to them The opium that got Basquiat's, what I'm chiefing with I'm f**ing in that manger they birthed Jesus in Climax, leave it in, never shall we meet again I'm drinking out that cup that Christ bleeding in Cooking crack in the pot that the rich man's peeing in I'm cumming in the womb that you came up out I came up in before you even came about My s**m saw the egg and had to change its route Crack baby; I'm just lucky that I made it out I take the crack up out the water and strain it out Crack schemes make the rap fiends rave and shout I'm swimming in an ocean full of slave bones I'm a hostage of the giver of the bank loans Every time I leave my porch, I should've stayed home I get that liquor in my system and brake, bones [Chorus: Cambatta] I promise you don't want it with the 'Batta man I promise you don't want it with the 'Batta man I never felt the embrace of my father's hand That's why that thang thang is braced up in 'Batta's hand All my life I get so high that I don't wanna land What would you do if your God told you that his God is Cam'? [Verse 2: Cambatta] I'm running from what everybody's running to I'm the hunter of the hunters that are hunting you That's me growling when you're stomach's in a hungry mood Mix tapeworm intercepting everybody's food Half-human, half-mutant, math student Multiply and add to it, cash boomin' Solar power, gas fuelin', in my Jag' zoomin' Hash fumin', dab using, listening to Jazz music Crack baby, crack music; that's a bad fusion Type of sh** that made my dad lose it; past ruined Black-Jewish, half-Buddhist, mad foolish Cut me open, see the swag oozing I'm sick of living po' I'm from the PJ's, car less and mo' I'm getting choked up But I'm a warrior, on the trail of life moving forwarder Earth keeps spinning like my aura does I slaughter rappers, I smoke, like f** if my organs matter Even healthy bodies turn to corpses after I'm my final frontier Fiend breath, God front air 'til I'm done here ('Batta)