Enemy Public Lsd Lyrics

Lsd Lyrics

Told ya buffalo soldier  

 Fell to the ground like folgers  

 Couldn¹t hold the boulder  

 Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer  

 In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer  

 Tumors poppin from the middle of rumors  

 Generation x be the end of baby boomers  

 Is the next generation headed for doom  

 Control the soul and you got a got a  

 Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the spot  

 Think it¹s terrorism the border line¹s hot  

 Check the passports tap the telephone  

 Surprise they home grown  

 And one of your fuckin own  

 It¹s dat same ol shit - dat same ol game  

 From that same ol gang up to that same ol thing  

 Now what i see say you know me  

 I pour a metaphor of lsd  

  

 I don¹t know what yall thinkin about  

 But if you know like i know  

 You better strap on your seatbelt  

 Cause you in for a long ride  

  

 Now i be damn i been a man  

 Figure i never call myself a nigger  

 To get benjamans  

 What¹s love got to do wit what you got  

 Not a whole lot / no forgot oh this shit is hot  

 Spendin all the cheddar for clothes  

 Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud  

 Lost in dominoes  

  

 Now the heads tell tales  

 How the dead bled and fled  

 Now they livin up in the bed  

 Instead they seize us like jesus  

 Married to the mob did a sloppy job in hempstead  

 Lord had mercy wanna curse me  

 New world order got my ass drownin in the water  

 Now what you stuck to the west  

 That funk to the east is phat  

 Atl be krunk dirty south  

 Thirty thou crankin trunks  

 Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk  

 Now what be indebted  

 Better get over it  

 Those times and raps ain¹t never comin back  

 No future without a pass i kick ass  

 Rock the sox offa pandora¹s box  

 Is itany wonder why the clocks flavor got  

 Between rehearsin a verse my jaw lox  

 I set the bomb between the r & b scene  

 Go against the grain run up on the train  

 And so i parallel the brains of cobain  

 As hip hop brain made em spill the champagne  

 Make it plain the sound remains insane  

 Come the same no holes closin up the lane  

 Don¹t ask no questions on the simple level  

 Can the magic get shaq back  

 Knicks get van exel  

 Bold rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard  

 Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words  

 Turnaround funk power moves ruffs  

 I ain¹t never been cuckoo for no coco puffs  

 Lsd, set it free make em see the tricks  

 Rather try at 37 than die at 26  

  

 Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties  

 Lie for a lie i look em in the eye  

 History speaking lawyers should die  

 Kissed the companies and made them all cry  

 A new rap song and a real drive by  

 Why o why did the video die  

 The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas fraid  

 Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid  

 The god damn white man got you afraid  

 Social service got your mama afraid  

 Scared of the fact before a niggas black  

 Some of you say nigga before you say crack  

 You got no back is what you lack  

 Just say black and i¹ll see where your ass is at