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it analyzed
It was nothin' but good ole mountain dew

Well the preacher rolled by with his head heisted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
it analyzed
It was nothin' but good ole mountain dew

Well the preacher rolled by with his head heisted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap
My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it
Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
Everything you seen, we lived it
in the east
At the moon
At the mountains
At the rocks
At the pain
At the thief
At the snakes
Reveal their black black backs
Fresh flesh
Glazed eyes
on vacation
Black people didn't get reparations
You know these days no one's exploited
Sorry dude can't hear you with my head in the toilet

I said we the best at making this green
I swear Mountain Dew ain't got nothing on my team
F is for the family that's holding me down
I think
a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl I can f*** in my hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans
gotta wait while I translate
I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads
People with ambition and straight up musicians
Although our
we're all in together.We roam the streets of America.On three hours of sleep and some Mountain Dew.We don't have much except each other.And a song of hope
from white grain
To deuce juice
With nothin' to gain
But my grace and loose tooths
Eminem came Obie, Stat and Proof too
Bobby Creek is in the place

Yet my eyes are drawn toward
The mountain in the east
Fascinates and captivates
Gives my heart no peace
The mountain holds the sunrise
The rap government from Crenshaw to Tupelo
It's like a bug always tickin in my mind
It's tellin me "buddy, it's time"

[Chorus - *scratched*]
F the BS ..
they kinda fool me 
Trying to fill my head with lies 
I will keep on loving you 
So no matter how they persecute 
My decision through righteousness
Open to me, oh my sister, my girl companion
For my head is filled with the dew
The locks of my hair with the drops of the night
I've put off my robe, how
You better tune in to Teddy Ted
"Yo stop frontin', and use your head"

Well if you ain't called it hip-hop, there's a door, I ain't stoppin
on the line
Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind

Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm
Saying, ?My darling son, be careful
you'd swear the mixer had fleas 
She's the mutilator, music carnivore 
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw 
You're still amazed by the way
darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a f***ing miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
the only one salvaged
Number one imported like Beck's
Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX

[Chorus 2X]

Tight, tight, aight?
And the plans is tight
with the memory
Again I behold the ruins
That I left when I was all devoured by wrath.

Last night out in the timber
A thousand torrent's vehemence
waited a lot of winter days and summer nights to rock the mic

City locked down, right before me and the other 'Tics went down
You f***in right it went
handed me his waterpipe
    F#m                 Bm             E
His eyes were searching deep inside my head

Here's what he said
Sorry I can't
I, just, can't (switchup)
Locked, sunk in your bed-rock
Heart, pumpin your love-shot
Knocked, out by your cold-shot
I'm, stuck in
Certainly Rocca in his stinkin' uniform
Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala
Scrawling on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word