DJ Premier - Johnny Depp lyrics

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Verse 1: Definition] The breath control is suspect But lungs are made of lead pipes And rhymes the type if you scratching you're head like: "No one's touching him," chances are you dead right Kicking [???] [???] like head lice My head against the wall trying to write this I'm so sleep deprived you can see both of my eyes twitch And half of me doesn't f**ing like this I argue with myself to avoid the awkward silence At this point I'm probably not the sanist I'm always fearing [???] without stepping foot in Vegas Always f**ing paranoid by people being contagious So I throw most of my milk [???] insane sh** I'm cynical, with temper like Yosemite I'm screaming obscenities at f*ggots who pretend to be All of this fake sh**, that they couldn't begin to be Deserve a swift kick to the, lower extremities Consider [me?] a joke [knock?] they busting Fussing from the way I repercussion like it's nothing f** 'em Talk circles around you Speaking different tongues and dialects [???] that we've only just begun And be warned, my sh** is [enough of?] the dimwitted wit Nothing but hair and hot air [???] fitted Dumb it down, get a little conservative Spit sh** with no substance just perservatives And I don't [do?] that sh** whack You think you never heard of this Even though nine-out-of-ten would say I murder this [?????] like a f**ing freight train [??????????????????????????????] so don't Lose your focus, the flow is ferocious I leave them comatosis from the way that I wrote this So sh**, you didn't expect dopeness Cause whitey flow so safe, develop psychosis I'm a plethora of styles, some are old and new But all them beautifully confused over one's and two's Hear a lot of dudes [???], I'm not amused You're reign is over, hide your mic and [???] busted ugly shoes Move, with me motherf**er if you feeling You can hear it in my voice And gotta tell you who the realest, so Mista', Mista', how you gonna' diss her? [Do with?] rhymes you gotta' say nine times to hit ya' Run up in the spot and drink nine times the liquor As an average cat, but he dead, nine times sicker So you about to witness, how I rip the [writless?] [Without no f**ing business?] grabbin' the mic like "What is this?" They lack the mental fitness, and toughness, give up quick like "f** this! This kid is bringing ruckus" I got the flow required to consider this fire So hot The most cold-blooded, the beast perspire And through this I'm inspired to elevate even higher To a point that hopefully allows my pops to retire