Seems to me, there seems to be A disease within the community An immunity to dealing And feeling for your brother Would your mother be proud If you allowed her to know If you showed your clouds Because man you're raining far beyond training Definitely disturbing and disdaining not naming anyone The file'll take a while I can't smile when I think of the small town game No claim to fame when you're at one with shame So let's stop. I ain't here to harass you like a cop But the dilemma is just like a crop Rotten roots'll weaken and make your crop drop and go Plop, plop, fizz, fizz Please stick your nose inside my biz It is the way of the day where the garlic grows Everybody knows about ya, doubt ya Less shit to the spit if they were without ya Rumors, lies, shanks in the back The shack has crank while the bank has crack You'd yell if you'd smelled where I've dwelled A parade in the shade and if you've played you've played You've paid It goes a little like a bang, I can do anything When I'm walking down the street I'm talking lingo and slang I don't sing, but bring the ring to the bride Inside I glide to the steps, 'cause I'm adept OK skills from the buzzard inept I've sat on the hat of Stanford Branford Marsalis, pissed at Stern, don't even tell us Fuzz on the peach of society Attitudes to the right ain't right to me Grow? How can you when the soil blows You got shit flippin' up your nose I'll speak one time to thee You can speak when I speak You can even label me a sly geek You can diss My ass seven days in one week But rotten roots, theyll weaken And make your crop drop right down