Kashmere - Rancid Canvas Licks lyrics

[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna onesecbeforetheend & etze] {Well, I'll go investigate some strange and bizarre events from the present Unbelievable happenings, as fresh as today's headlines} Yo Holy smokes Load the mic like Okie-Dokes Holding notes and a clothesline to open throats Spit a flow for jokes at male groupies We pay checks, Becks and a Lucy Forget who's Bruce Lee, I'm murkin'im Forget who knew me, I'm swerving'em Switching lanes, witching plays, then spit the flames Strange Universe stee', over friggin' daze [days?] Lost up in a maze that changes Reconfigure it Many interesting flavors “How can it be?” I say Looking off the balcony Is the time now for me? Us Trust Yo, it's the dawn or the dusk The spawn in your gut A force of the crocs [crux?] But then I might have gone nuts… Dammit! I get rancid on the canvas Growing antlers I'm in the pouch like baby kangas Delivering babies with hangers Lazy manners In your face with the Pampers sh**ty Still got the key to the city Mean and greedy Blaze green, drink whisky Lean Crispy, or dreams turned to minced meat Seem fifteen Growing up sh**'s creek The disbelief [they disbelieve?] the chief, the Iron Sheikh (raise you bat!) Try and weep Get banished to the isle of Crete Keep your eye on the creep He's got a gun and it blocks the sun He'll keep shooting till the job is done Rob your mom Nah, that's for s**ers Looking at these punks like “Rah, that's just bonkers" Damn, he got raised by nutters sh**..