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The Blue Blooded

Vents

The Hard Road

2006

And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton's son,
South of the country, west of the city,
Chip into that kitty if we're going to be drinking

a window 'til a tornado blew it apart
If Eric Clapton could sing about cocaine, then there's no harm
Then I can write about guns, I can rap about girls
I

get back home
I'm counting digits I'm 'bout my cream like Eric Clapton
There's a lot of fake smiles people plastic
I'm 'bout my business I preach my

Uh, heard they fuckin' with the boy
No Michael Jackson
Oh she petty like "Tell him
That I'm Eric Clapton"
She told me "Get us a booth
That we can smash

burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.

I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back

Scenes from the Mind

MC Serch

Return of the Product

1992

long gone
So I rip clubs from LA to Strech Armstrong
Along the tribal road we lose parts too easily
So I say peace to Eric and Beasly
Bobbito and the '97