Don't ever hand me a dead mic, hand me a light and a Red Stripe Before you end up Colombian neck tied Run from your death get caught in the next life
[Verse 1:] I walked in a saloon at high noon, the moonshine sipper Spit a new rhyme till it's hasta la vista The king balloon twister, smash your transistor
(1st Verse) This simple liquid diction that i dote on, is only a thimble full of fluid from the emotional ocean that i float on, Romantic notions, i
[Jehst] I spit Liquor Soaked Sentiments lost in a scotch mist, tell 'em "don't watch this" liver turned toxic, still I burn 'what's it,' attracted to
[Verse 1] How do expect me to sleep at night Knowin my people ain't eatin right Gimme a mic, I'll strike with heat like a meteorite Fuck the media hype
It's the million militant picture paintin, quick debatin' I hit terrain my trainers grip the pavin' The city's depraved decayed, quick to cave in I kick
I turn virgin to prostitute Turn paper black with dirt my words are destitute Beauty is hideous to me in its ugliness Grotesque glove in the heart of