Themselves - Oversleeping lyrics

[Doseone] 10 strong and 20 full Fools behind my back talking sh** About myself, my crew They do it in private, do it in public For their fans, in front of their friends Yet never bring it my pad It 1520 1st ave. Oakland apt. 1 Stop by and get your careers over with already [Hook] You can demean us and call us elitist How sheepish So be it Ease-ed Defeatist short leaded ideas Eat it I do and bleed it Black out as heart heated reason On a Jel beat and Ya beefin' I'm over achieving In you dis-believing meaning Even knows that your breathing Conceit is a beach Ya -uckin with deep end Stepping to me and my L.L.C and You can get Count with the sheep and caught Over cousin d**h seeking 2-D in uneven speaking weakened Heathens you're over sleeping In this world you can never get what's owed And I ain't never took a thing That I ain't rightfully stole To meet ends I eat friends And do rent Only thing I regret's to whom I am in debt So we stepped star to the clay Before it had readied our day On the sun And that's done Like hope guns For those who waxwing beside it [Jel] So is it every man for his island? [Doseone] Or every hour gla** to its sand? f** that we taking hands In this two man band k** in the name of the ant And we ride to die giving In the kingdom of can't Ain't a damn thing white or book-light about this I will take your name You call my pa**ion your game You fools fall I'm aimed These lamb like lions can get tamed And Im'a set whip on you when I see you Service concrete Green room or street Defeat'll come for your weak I'm a cure your sleep... No. You can't have the hook It's for your face, you gape We can battle for names, see who becomes who Except you don't own yours So you can't play You ain't no gangster, you sleep too much And all these fools calling me a f*ggot when they on all the dick Just another F word for the weakest in the herd And I will wolf you! [Hook] [Doseone] When did rap proper Go all just jester and d**h vessel The emptiness equivalent of rock gone hair-metal Do you wear medals Or do they wear you Like all shells will do There was a plank and I leapt Off Into the debt Of an over due set Of decades and chest Of a hound in the wound and the wet In the down of your drowned to lament Crowned in the sound of you spent When not bent Like a spear in the side of a star In the brights Of your small fear And whites of your are And bad ear gave in awe & all To the tongues of the young and incurable A Something to never numb in the blur of a durable apathy aired era Actually My words ring right and exact Over the mirror in fact Where what's will and flesh laps See also: How k** leaves trap With respect or its head broke at the mercy of bread their big red spread across the professed and the pled And none-Luck of the undead I ain't f**in with bed This here's an organ of edge And what are you OVERSLEPT? [Hook]