Smithereens (stop Cryin`) Lyrics

Smithereens (stop Cryin`) lyrics

Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz

P.T.S. stress, we do drugs

City air strange, sticky lungs

Mayor Doomberg gives no funds

And I'm cryin', cryin'



Call out with a fiendish ring

Broken into smithereens

Every thing's exactly how it seems

And it would seem

That I am cryin', cryin'



In a world of super duper whores

The kids just want a little more

Little tycos do the bloody mind sex

With a veteran's decor

And I'm cryin', cryin'



So, when I step in the stop frame

I became pure BK

'Cause I grew up around the Krazy Kings

And inhaled second hand spray

I'm cryin', cryin'



Where the walls talk your defiances

And alliances were made

With a fugitive dash after class

To harass the gods of fame

Cryin', cryin'



And the goons that I collude with

On this rude shit same way

And will break a crab down in public

Just to manipulate their pain

Cryin', cryin'



Why should I be sober

When God is so clearly dusted out his mind

With cherubs puffin' a bundle

Trying to remember why he even tried



Down here it's 30 percent every year

To fund the world's end

But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave

Trying to cop the bootleg instead



Pure savage established hard rock talk

Circa 93 proof

Walked the high road to infinity

With simile truant moves



When the wandering ration line derails

I steal food

Maybe, tread where the sidewalk hawks

Look alive and hide tools



On a bed that someone else made

Trying to wait for the next boot

When it dropped you took

Prime-time Hellemundo off mute



Old folks say, "Time to build"

But demolition pays more loot

Rip patch from your Hazmat suit

Slip past with an odd bop



El Producto sort of strange

They say he stares at you, long range

Perhaps he's lookin' past us all

With his thousand yard gaze

Cryin', cryin'



And he sees how MCs

Became contorted with their own lies

And went from battle rap to gun talk

Like we ain't notice the change, yeah right



It's the city I broke down in

The velor couture township

Where they lost the rock box batteries

And forgot how shit was founded

Cryin', cryin'



And critics all see me twisted

They don't get my whole existence

An actual B boy brainiac

Who'll smack you out your mittens

Cryin', cryin'



Now, I feel that motherfuckers owe me dap

For contributing actual raps

That's not a construct for the radio

On that plasticine path



I'll be your homie, bust through the Dolby

Lonely, all cast aside and homely

Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante words

Insert hurt in a dome-piece



And the last of all I have is yours, now

Surrendered nice and calmly

As a tot played on a block of bricks

And double dutched with the zombies



I'll rip your squad in nothing

But a cock ring and pair of PuertoRoc dunks

I built the bag that cats will drown in

When the water's colored rust



And the last thought that I had

In the back of the little bus

Was of a Oklahoma city flair

Through kiddy flesh fade to dust



Move with me little soldier bitty

We'll cloak and dagger the city

We'll hope to stagger magnificence

Till the pattern of blasphemy's quitting



And I keep my meaning tucked deep

So, y'all creepers give me some privacy

Don't ask for something literal

From a child of secret society



There's a position to be filled

You fuckin' assholes, keep your eye on me

But save your precious advice

'Cause all my life everyones lied to me

 And I'm cryin'



Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz

P.T.S. stress, we do drugs

City air strange, sticky lungs

Mayor Doomberg gives no funds

And I'm cryin', cryin'



Call out with a fiendish ring

Broken into smithereens

Every thing's exactly how it seems

And it would seem

That I am cryin', cryin'