Chef Chainey - Spoken Word, Word lyrics

[Verse 1: Chef Chainey] Said I'm a real life lyricist, wack cats fearing this As, soon as they hearing this they leave their pants stained with piss I'm a, little crazy, mind is spinning like them Datons in the 80s when they swerved in Cadillacs & not Mercedes I'm trapped alone, it's just me & my thoughts I'm puffing Buddha & I hope it never takes me to court They show, no remorse like they ain't got any flaws Especially when you're a black man that got a voice I'm juggling choice, should I hang out with my boys Or see my lady, it's her birthday & I think she'd probably hate me It's crazy that it doesn't faze me Cuz in her face I'm always calling her my only baby But I'm a mess though Feeling kinda schizo Seeing life from two angles I could be a stereotypical Bo jangles Have the faces of these racists all smiling But then again who gives a f** n***ah I'm just doing me [Hook: Chef Chainey] Said I'm a real life lyricist, wack cats fearing this As, soon as they hearing this they leave their pants stained with piss I'm a, little crazy, mind is spinning like them Datons in the 80s when they swerved in Cadillacs & not Mercedes I'm trapped alone, it's just me & my thoughts I'm puffing Buddha & I hope it never takes me to court They show, no remorse like they ain't got any flaws Especially when you're a black man that got a voice [Verse 2: Chef Chainey] Meditating under pyramids, still searching for energy They say we all equal I'm still searching for symmetry Subliminal imagery, having these subtle memories I'm just making tracks hoping these people are feeling me Readily, waiting to steadily make people remember me & if you do, just remember me as an entity who spoke on beats Who spoke on times when it was hard to eat Who spoke of times in dimensions where we'd often meet Isn't that so obsolete Feeling this beat I stomp my feet I can't recall anything from these frequencies We speak just to see If anyone can confirm the reality of our dreams & it seems That I don't give a f** I'm just busting nuts f** the consequences of living it up man I've just had enough & my mind is imprisoned I'm filled contradictions & my rhymes are encrypted now tell me Would you care to listen? [Hook: Chef Chainey] Said I'm a real life lyricist, wack cats fearing this As, soon as they hearing this they leave their pants stained with piss I'm a, little crazy, mind is spinning like them Datons in the 80s when they swerved in Cadillacs & not Mercedes I'm trapped alone, it's just me & my thoughts I'm puffing Buddha & I hope it never takes me to court They show, no remorse like they ain't got any flaws Especially when you're a black man that got a voice [Verse 3: Chef Chainey] Midnight popo slamming on my neighbours door & I know he always likes to say f** the law & It's a shame that I won't to see him anymore They gave him life, sentencing was pure strife But what's new f** the fact it wasn't true, he ain't got a good lawyer Imagine someone wanting your help but they can't afford ya Like you some kinda high priced slave But who gives a f** if you get paid at the end of the day & that's the same line a murderer say But if you work in a suit then I guess it's okay So get your cake move away f** debates, let em hate If they want, let em stay Let em play these mundane mind games We keep, doing the same, but still wishing for change I guess that's why they say, players change but the game stay the same So now we switching blame who got the guap, got game Got the chain, got the range, now they're insane & I'm the same I said now they're insane & I'm the same