I.V
(Hey!, hey, wake up!, get up!, c’mon, get your ass up!..)
NARRATOR
(What?, what man?!, what do you want?!..)
I.V
(Get the fuck up!, now listen..)
NARRATOR
(Ugh, alright..)
I.V
(Listen, I got this shit from up the way, it’s fucking good shit here, fucking take a hit of this, tell me how you feel, alright?, here..)
NARRATOR
(Fuck it, alright, here, just give it to me..)
I.V
(There you go..)
[VERSE 1]
Hop in the ride, chopping up the weed, get it popping like an Oppenheimer, need to be the bomb before I write, the rules of thumb, my life I’m living by, consist of shit you bitches got no time to understand, I’ll underhand you snitch & fly, above the shit you spitting, cease & desist, I’ve written at least a verse or two that puts you & your clique in sutures fool
You spit the usual, I flip the script, abuse the rules, Tom cruise with Uzis like the movies, super duper cool, happiness is coming at me, all directions, I’m laughing, I’m hacking smoking on the hash, that’s mean!, I’d like to thank you for requesting the Cookie rap fiend to flex Adonis genes on this track like Chuck Sheen..
I keep my knucks clean, keep a tux, green undershirt, dream of chilling in the Luxor, swimming in the bucks or floating down a river taking me to Timbuktu, fuck you, I’ll dream of what I want to..
Now where was I?, irrelevant, I’m high & happy just to still be rapping, foot on the game of rap like I’m the Captain, so puff & pass, I feel so classy when I’m reeling in these bass-tards, Casper I be when shit gets backwards, for now I’m chilling like a villain, feeling like a million, spilling like a trillion raps a day, so do the opposite of put your stash away & smoke a J with C-double O-K, that’ll be okay, then let me take this beat away..
[HOOK]
Does it remind you of days when the pain was so much easier to take it away..
Cuz I’m reminded, yeah..
I’m reminded, yeah..
Does it remind you of me when verses flowing through your speakers start to take you away..
Cuz I’m reminded, yeah..
I’m reminded..
[VERSE 2]
Does it remind you of me when I get to rhyming off key?, when I get to flying?, sick of lying, why try to be anything other than me?, like a brother to me, you’ve been with me through thick, never leaving my side, as long as I’m breathing I’ll know I’m alive but as long as I’m singing I know I will thrive..
Cuz given the choice of losing my sight or losing my voice, hmmm.. I gotta make noise, I gotta be boisterous post-coitus like Jon Voight is, the point is I’m disappointed in the way you rap so I’m spitting my own, so what if the shits disjointed?, I say the things I wish I heard on radios but lately though it’s boring, I’m snoring on you hoes, Snorlax-ing & relaxing & kick-backing like Karate Kid, don’t make me snap your body kid, I’ll wax you like a body kit
I make a Nazi look so jolly with a molly-tov volley, -ball like a boss, tall like a Towering Inferno when I burn yo body, turn yo body over baby cuz I’ve been yearning to be your lover lately, undercover lately but I’m in the public eye, like a facial gone wrong when I let the smegma fly out my fly, Marty Mc- when I’m jumping through time when I rhyme, let the slime slide down your spine, it’s party time
The smarty-mind of a naughty juvenile kid, a snap-shotty of the eye atop the Illuminati pyramid, Squid-wizard, sipping on the sizzurp, cut you vampires into ribbons, Edward Scissor..
[HOOK]
Does it remind you of days when the pain was so much easier to take it away..
Cuz I’m reminded, yeah..
I’m reminded, yeah..
Does it remind you of me when verses flowing through your speakers start to take you away..
Cuz I’m reminded, yeah..
I’m reminded..
NARRATOR
(Ugh, man what the fuck was that dude?, fuck!..)
I.V
(Oh that?, haha, we call that Nostalgia, haha, you’re gonna be high for a while, haha..)
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