Exile - Drugs lyrics

[Intro - Johaz] My sh** is that crack rock Hollywood c**aine So Thelonious man, that beat is that Coltrane [Verse1 - Johaz] Fresh out the North American wilderness Blessed like an Islamic pilgrimage Chop lines that'll shine like a sun on the pyramids Mecca be the place where the heart of my spirit is ‘Cuz snakes by the gra** just to show where they venom is The crack is so limitless, but hardly seen n***as talk about they paper, but they hardly cream Brothers claim they cook white but they hardly steam My flowss lines of that coke, n***a Charlie Sheen The scroll excellent, high-power like Mescaline Asiatic specimen, resurrecting your next of kin I spit the fire voltage, prescribe a higher dosage From my divine opus you subscribe and leave your mind focused You now rockin' with the Son of Man k** wack rappers at the jam like the Son of Sam Move like a thief in the night Promoters better have my cheese before I breathe on the mic [Hook - Johaz] My sh** is that crack rock Hollywood c**aine So Thelonious, man that beat is that Coltrane Black Tar Heron, Morris and Cobain This is your life Look around and it's so strange My sh** is that crack rock Hollywood c**aine So Thelonious, man that beat is that Coltrane Black Tar Heron, Morris and Cobain This is your life Look around and it's so strange [Verse 2 - Co$$] This be that Fash Ecology, black psychology Drop it like a comet or Muhammad kickin' prophecy We don't get along like Ahmadinejad and Ariel Sharon And that's cause y'all cloned You cats tried to copy me, repossess your crowns 'Cuz the Dirty Science colony holds monopoly on thrones(Haa) Blaze your dome, that be the king's chair, and how you dare ever raise your tone To some royal ones, k**in' all traitors and unloyal ones Brother man, walk the Motherland where the soil, sun, sky, and the clouds black We gon' make the crowd clap and heads nod Writers write about us in they headlines Co$$ is like a mixture of that thug n***a from Oakland And that Biggie man from Bed-Stuy Focus with my best eye - the third one Burnin' down trees ‘til the herb done The Earth spun off the axis, then reversed months, lets take it back Funny how them nukkas claiming realest be the fakest acts The first ones that's faking jacks, you know my M-O I'm talking worldwide, San Dago to South Central We gon' get that change, plain and simple [Hook] [Verse 3 - Choosey] The flow get 'em open like, opiates Every line i write, like a line of China White, the pulp fiction over dose clip I put a pencil in motion, to make a motion picture, kinda like that blow flick, minus the broke b**h I spit it so vivid, we so living it, yall n***as is so fiction, I'm so sick of this I'm Nino Brown, rock heads like (?), new jack city out the 'lac get a hit of this Dirty Science coming through the speakers, breaking beakers And the recipe is secret, 'till we link it to the leakers- Put it on the street first, leave it out for research Wait until they fiening then we lead 'em like a sheep herd See sir, we cooking up that product out the pot that got 'em Out of body, out of mind, thinking that they leave earth Got 'em coming out their pockets when they landing feet first Welcome back, greet 'em with a heater [Hook]