Love, Love, Love

Rippin' at the seams, ready to bust,

It's like one mississippi, two mississippi, rush.

Fiend smiffin' mine, at the scrimmage line

I got the drug game and game of life all intertwined

So I sit behind the sensei and study state of mind

I chase the line with loaded needles and blaze a kinda come down

Instead I chase the dragon, sun up to sun down,

With no guns, just lungs set to collapse,

Hey yo, run rocked rhymes and john wrecked raps

Get back, I stalk my ex same as a Simpson

And leave her damaged goods like the financial district

Can I, kick it with gold feet, from upstate to george beach

Anonymous john, though stupid fuck, nobody knows me

Act like we're homies, I'll change the whole style up

OCD got my head in a ten-car pile up

Rock paper drop the money and pick the file up

I'm meltin' rocks for research, how to die quick

Fuck a sidekick, gettin' wrapped up in violence

Bullet to the brain, pull it sound of silence

Let's paint the room with my memory

Paint me an effigy

Shoot me up with smallpox and leprosy

Yo cousin, no need to disguise it

At night I'm drinkin vials of the west nile virus

Love (for raw rhymes and breaks)

Love (for no books and crates)

Love (for however long it takes)

I never chose the path of least resistance

know the math and keep the distance

Forever go back to speakin' without conviction

I don't respect the craft if they couldn't know the difference

Dig this, this is a full time love affair

Part time suckers, they come unprepared

Like as if this was a mistress, for them to fuck around with

This ain't no means of income it's an outlet (outlet)

Now the counterfeit cash clans get thrown out in the trash can

Internet b-boys are doing a flash dance

Audio sound scans, audience claps hands

Funky cos I never dummied it down for the rap fans

But what's up with the forced vernacular?

Fuck gangster talk, do an AIDS walk through Africa

Boasting a Porsche but can't afford a Maxima,

Your song's full of chorus, you still think you a rapper huh?

In with the out crowd, down with the upper echelon

I'll be a handy man once my legs are gone

And I feel like hell on wheels

Seeking salvation any place that sells hot meals

Teflon steel, touch tone phones and tin cans

Recycling bins and get-rich-quick scams

I just, ripped my pants on the last fence I jumped

And look I gave the washed up just wasn't intense Trust I'm workin' on it, the girl called it quits

Heard her talkin' shit like

I ain't there, I ain't care and life ain't fair

Well guess what baby, life ain't and them's the breaks