[Intro] You can't distort the message When his core is messed with It's a force to be reckoned [Verse 1] Framig Francisco, a psycho A sicko that cycles Through my membrane Hydroplaning my bicycle It's me against myself, iso My own tears turn to icicles I might go to an institution I stitch illusions, I'm so difficult My city divided like Pepsi/Coke I'm really collided kaleidoscope The vinyls were biblical Before the rifles were cyclical By habitual users and rivals k**ing for The turf with drug abusers and fallen comrades Territorial practices, spreading terror Imagine it in your hometown Combat cracking on concrete grounds Calm your jets and put your seat belt on [Hook] This is what I'ma call the hook Got these motherf**ers shook They can't bear to even look now This is what I'ma call the hook Got these motherf**ers shook They can't bear to even look now My mind is a working factory My heart is an organ missing keys [Verse 2] Dealing with ditching my siblings Connecticut living, I'm drinking the pain away Sipping this wicked elixir Addicting the liquor, in order to paint the shade Protect me In retrospect, I select the next Come get me I party to hardly remember the day Lost in the rhythm of the shadows In the cinnamon thighs I'm splitting Venomous eyes that serenade in disguise I must get rid of the lies And let them reach their demise, I'm ticking Picking apart the combination that brought me here I figured I'd let the population meet the real Paul Revere Had a colorful conversation with Roy G. Biv My thoughts are clear, I'm stirring the pot Disturbing the sermon,I'm blurring the clock The verge of insanity All I think about is my town and family [Hook] This is what I'ma call the hook Got these motherf**ers shook They can't bear to even look now This is what I'ma call the hook Got these motherf**ers shook They can't bear to even look now My mind is a working factory My heart is an organ missing keys [Outro] You can't distort the message When his core is messed with It's a force to be reckoned