Cynic - Decade of Dope lyrics

[Verse 1: Sick Jacken] Crack heavy on the streets Track memory on the beats Sliding Coco puffs in downtown Belly of the beast Getting work by the brick 'n sell it by the piece I got foot soldiers, I ain't sweatin' the police I made a k**ing off crack in the 80's Let me tell you how I did it I got a group of homies that was down with it We started small ops, cuz [?] had a strap by the [?] Got half the [?] with it Hand to hand exchanges with strangers Before gang bangers started taxing street corner hustlers It was less dangerous My scale name price but the money came nameless We took coke and turned it into something more famous Where freebasing keep pluggin', all kinds of sick comin' Gold chains to tape decks, TV to dick s**in' Supply and demand the people meant nothing If it wasn't me it would have been the next man hustlin' [Hook] What type of d** do you do? I probably served you Your daddy and your momma that birthed you On the grind from morning to past curfew In the decade of dope im here to [?] you Whether its a kilo, gram, take a pill or slam You can call me the deala' man I serve the streets cuz' I put the candy in your hand In the decade of dope, I'm your pusha' man [Verse 2: Cynic] Yo I'm a late 70's baby So I was raised in the 80's My favorite phrase is f** you then pay me I first learned how to lace a J before I weighed 80' Pounds now I drop em' while the starving in Haiti Smoking weed and hashish that's something real ancient Hashashins used to get high before they would slay Yo these rappers kind of influenced me to start blazin' What I'm saying my [?] then gettin high in the basement I know they used to puff heavy back in the 60's The Who was smoking kush with the Doors at the [?] And I ain't ill by getting head from Mrs. Lewinski But we live in hell so I smoke to understand the mysteries Indigenous and me, sipping [?] and the tea Eating mushrooms blowing breeze Live in nature with the trees Cyprus Hill got me stoned, made me want to k** a man Reakwon and Ghost Face made me go and sniff some grams [Hook] What type of d** do you do? I probably served you Your daddy and your momma that birthed you On the grind from morning to past curfew In the decade of dope im here to [?] you Whether its a kilo, gram, take a pill or slam You can call me the deala' man I serve the streets cuz' I put the candy in your hand In the decade of dope, I'm your pusha' man