"FREE YOUR MIND!"
[Jamie Maddrox]
I represent the eastside no peace.
Fuck the police.
We tell you to increase in diease.
At least a grown man tellin ya somethin that he believes.
Practicin the decieve no more tricks up my sleeve.
What the fuck bitch.
What bitch!
Why you talkin shit.
Betta duck bitch before you gonna get hit.
This shit is twiztid deeper than that ol' french braid.
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Kick it!
[Monoxide Child]
Everybody else still talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard bitch can it cause your frontin.
Dead wrong.
Dinner table conversations.
Leavin you pistol whipped in the corner wit abbrations.
Part of the contamination of mindstate.
Sleepin in a dream, hopin its gone when I awake.
Mama think im a play on type of serial killa.
Fruit loop outta my mind like godzilla.
We survive like catapilla's.
And cocoons and caskets.
Stretchin the industry like elastic.
Southern ?tatics?
Like the newport cigerette that I smoke.
Hit the motha fucka till I choke.
I brag and both about nothin.
Death, die and ho's fuckin.
So understand that he's sayin somethin.
Never be heard im underground.
With the dirt and grime.
Slashing hands be my reason for rhymes.
Im long time like a motha fucka.
Leavin ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand smoke when you bleed.
Remember when I told you to always believe.
You relieve outta monoxide child a while.
Travel the world on 9 clouds, screamin loud!
[Chorus 2x]
Free your mind! Breath it in Second Hand Smoke!
