[Intro]
Today people we will be exploring the mind
Back in 1995 lots of treasures of lost scrolls were left here
We will be walking through many corridors that no one has ever seen
Or has ever returned from
Why are you so hostile?
What’s behind this anger?
Why are you so rebellious?
What are you thinking?
[Verse 1: Treach]
My thoughts are thundering, tumbling
Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling to mumbling
You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not with Mallory
My analogy ain't for salary as I roll reality through galaxies
Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of weed
With a chain representing penitentiaries
From warring towns to Bordentown
From Newark to Illtown
And all you know from
Lifers, Rikers to Folsom
Wasn't driving too fast, I was flying too low
You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening too slow
I'm abrupting construction a pumping assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking
Struckin' behind an obstruction or turning something of nothing from
Poor shit to more shit as I rip in every function
Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking to hump Ms. Junk in the Trunk, pump pump me up
[Chorus]
Jersey niggas are the craziest
New York niggas are the craziest
DC niggas are the craziest
Philly niggas are the craziest
LA niggas are the craziest
Chi town niggas are the craziest
Texas niggas are the craziest
Utah niggas are the craziest
[Verse 2: Vin Rock]
My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff
You get rushed, you get bust, you call yourself callin' my bluff Enough's enough, I'm puttin' it down on the real end
This one goes out to all the people who be questioning my skills
Niggas I been rockin' since Lee twills
And we feel that we build careers of steel
So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find thinking
Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin'
The sleepin' MC, I eat like Good 'n' Plenty
Lyrically spankin' ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie
And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
Young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
They don't begin with no lying professor
They begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
Lest a man should ever challenge the clan
With thirteen years experience of rippin' mics put in our hands
[Chorus]
Detroit niggas are the craziest
Miami niggas are the craziest
Little Rock niggas are the craziest
Oak Town niggas are the craziest
[Verse 3: Treach]
I got barbarians to bogard me in
At a club that barred me when
A broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard
A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains to balls
Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot
Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut
Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit with the flavor 'cause
Shakim's last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick
Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride with
Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip
Like the Youngsta's 'bout to take you on some hip-hop ride shit
If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it
I'm hittin' Jermaine in Atlanta 'cause he owe me loot for that Jump shit
Fuck astronauts I rock it
And from now on if you bite my shit when I see you, I'm in your pockets
[Chorus]
Cleveland niggas are the craziest
Carolinas niggas are the craziest
Virginia niggas are the craziest
Kentucky niggas are the craziest
St. Louis niggas are the craziest
Atlanta niggas are the craziest
Maryland niggas are the craziest
San Diego niggas are the craziest
Seattle niggas are the craziest
Boston niggas are the craziest
Illtown niggas are the craziest
Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest
Jersey City niggas are the craziest
All my Newark niggas are the craziest
