Lsd Lyrics

Lsd lyrics

Told ya buffalo soldier

Fell to the ground like folgers

Couldn't 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 it's terrorism the borderline's hot

Check the passports tap the telephone



Surprise they home grown

And one of your fuckin' own

It's 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 don't know what y'all 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 Benjamin

What's 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 ain't never comin' back



No future without a pass, I kick ass

Rock the sox off a Pandora's box

Is it any wonder why the clocks flavor got?

Between rehearsin' a verse my jaw lox



I set the bomb between the R and 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

Don't 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 ain't 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 goddamn 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 I'll see where your ass is at