Comic Book Crooks - KnowMads

You got a question then ask

I bust fast

Right up the ave while the marijuana lasts

The street lights like a navigator

Arriving home later

I give thanks to the creator

A translator

I’m educated in the tongue

I demonstrate it while I’m annihilatin' a blunt

Inhale and exhale to elevate up in the mental

I penetrate the college rule wit' a number 2 pencil

The paper to the microphone into ya system

Questionin' religion with indefinite decisions

We shake kickin'

On any fuckin' street

Create a beat with a mouth and an emcee speaks

Never no need to preach

I’m sayin' keep it brief

While crazy weed and seeds breathe it in for relief

And until they reach the light of day

I light a jay

It ain’t the bible way but hey, I’m surviving today

It goes

Blunts wit' chronic

Dumb ebonics

Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits

Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes

So everybody turn off they radio

Blunts wit' chronic

Dumb ebonics

Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits

Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes

So everybody turn off they radio

Check 1, 2, 10

See back when I was 5-teen I didn’t have no Visine

Eyes couldn’t look

Now they un-red like books

In my room

Waitin' for the flowers to bloom

But I’d rather just skip it and kick it

So check it, I was standin' on the concrete

Coverin' the dirt

That was laid here by someone long before my birth

On this planet called earth

I revolve around the sun

While I’m followin' none and swallowin' gum

Late nights we be talkin' slurs

And mockin' birds

Who ain’t up on that dope cut

Plus they say we smoke much herb

Yessir I tap tap the curb

For when my spaceship crash and I come back to earth

But right now

I’m alienated from all chameleon traces of fakers

And all you color changin' suffocaters

I need my space like the universe surroundings

Woke up on the ground like thank god I found me

It goes

Blunts wit' chronic

Dumb ebonics

Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits

Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes

So everybody turn off they radio

Blunts wit' chronic

Dumb ebonics

Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits

Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes

So everybody turn off they radio

Yo yo yo

With the torch from the fire I was bored out my mind

Feelin' pretty clouded rollin' down the 4−5

As red takes over white i’m seein' clear with closed eyes

Take flight on late nights guaranteed to throw 5

Like it’s nothin' thats just public to hide

Feet stomp the concrete 'cause the streets have come alive

It was the beast that resides between these pearly gates of satan

Makin' deadly combinations cloudin' my imagination

Street lights

Are flyin' colors cross signs cry like brothers

Holdin' they dyin' mothers while the rest run for cover

And under the overpass

A man who’s broke as jack

So the laughins interrupted by another open cap

His lungs collapse from too many years of smokin' crack

How can he support a family when he’s got a broken back

Preachin' how he notice that

The government give coke to blacks

Smokin' 'till humphrey’s is over blowin out the frozen ash

It goes

Blunts wit' chronic

Dumb ebonics

Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits

Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes

So everybody turn off they radio

Blunts wit' chronic

Dumb ebonics

Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits

Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes

So everybody turn off they radio

Ha ha let it knock and knock

And everybody on your block if they hip hop (ha)

Ha ha let it knock and knock

And everybody on your block if they hip hop

Ha ha ha

That’s shitty as fuck