Elemental Zazen - Lockjaw lyrics

Verse 1: Spray a shot, any shot, pray it hits the feds Stay mislead, might as well sh** the bed While the cops keep the pistols fed A shark tank full of minnows in the midst of dread We raise a fist instead Ya'll need to relax, lean back A crack baby asking mommy where the fiend at A bald man asking daddy where the weave at Sean Kemp asking everyone where the seeds at It could happen, so raise your hands Till there's angels in the outfield and fans in the stands Till the last speck of sand from the hourgla** lands At the bottom of the barrel where the crabs stay damned Damn, time has pa**ed, Pat Sajack or an A Dat Straight wack, matter of fact take your tape back Set it off, right out the window and replace that Auto tune the top ten, where the cakes at Snap, you stay upon the nut sack f**in' muskrats, you're fodder for the blood bath I keep it dirty son, shown me where the muds at A freedom fighter, show me where the f**in' scuds at I called dibs on the biggest porridge bowl Leave the scraps to the kids These wolves don't give a f** about survival of the pigs We'd rather blow the house down, pa** the bib Chorus: What I meant to say is that I really really care about it Can't live without it, I'll shout it, and don't you ever doubt it I feel it flowing through my veins Jake one got the beat pounding, Zazen got your street surrounded Verse 2: Never fold, hold cards close to the chest Digress, try to guess who dies next Leave it to chance, roll the dice, check the timex Countdown, you better enjoy the mind s** Addict of pa**ion, pray for a reaction Instead they're all pa**ing by, I'll throw a dollar down Give a man a pound, teach him how to break bread Pay attention kids, this is how a baller sound Get my weight up, watch you get your hate up Haven't sold a record, still pulling out the pay stub Pursue the dream even if it doesn't pay enough Breaker breaker one, nine to five, say what Lockjaw, try to figure out what the cops are for Serve and protect who writes the checks and not yours Circle around the sky in helicopters Blood on the floor, revolution in your sock drawer Hell naw, ya'll done up and done it You're following the lead of Mr. John Q. Public Wash it down with big macs and chicken nuggets Sop the floor, toxic mops in your bucket f** it, I'm just being honest, I promise So many calls from Sallie Mae it's like I'm haunted Don't have the hundred bucks today but she still want it Take out another loan just to floss and flaunt it