Waste of Time
Into your blubber I inject the rifle
You better start to dissect the bible
Maybe if you sing one of these psalms it will aid your survival
Standing looking stifled, I'm liable
To rip apart these weak hearts so trifled
I hold this mic cold
Spit nothing but old Navaho strike codes
At those opposing forces
Forced to finish you like full courses
Of course I have to resort to the hard way
On this broad day, posse never was on Broadway
Fuck what those snobs say
I slay a hundred rhymes somewhat DJ Kay
The Seven seas rose high and washed ashore
Surely they knew not what was in store
The boy who started to become a man
Finally became one never looked back or ran
My pops wants me to have success
These other cats want me to sign
The thought of a 9 to 5 gets me vexed
And I told those cats I flatly decline
So as I recline my mind so Devine
I show them a sign that makes them inclined
To show more ignorance to what I do
It's more than just a craft, I spit chew and spew
Pieces of my heart on lined paper and shit
If you can't respect that, you can't appreciate this gift
I'm just trying to uplift a couple of spirits
And pray it happens to all those who hear it
They say I am not catchy enough, well this is poetry
You have to read the scriptures more thoroughly
Damn Croosh you're just wasting your life away
Shut your damn mouth if you don't have something nice to say
You better start to dissect the bible
Maybe if you sing one of these psalms it will aid your survival
Standing looking stifled, I'm liable
To rip apart these weak hearts so trifled
I hold this mic cold
Spit nothing but old Navaho strike codes
At those opposing forces
Forced to finish you like full courses
Of course I have to resort to the hard way
On this broad day, posse never was on Broadway
Fuck what those snobs say
I slay a hundred rhymes somewhat DJ Kay
The Seven seas rose high and washed ashore
Surely they knew not what was in store
The boy who started to become a man
Finally became one never looked back or ran
My pops wants me to have success
These other cats want me to sign
The thought of a 9 to 5 gets me vexed
And I told those cats I flatly decline
So as I recline my mind so Devine
I show them a sign that makes them inclined
To show more ignorance to what I do
It's more than just a craft, I spit chew and spew
Pieces of my heart on lined paper and shit
If you can't respect that, you can't appreciate this gift
I'm just trying to uplift a couple of spirits
And pray it happens to all those who hear it
They say I am not catchy enough, well this is poetry
You have to read the scriptures more thoroughly
Damn Croosh you're just wasting your life away
Shut your damn mouth if you don't have something nice to say
Credits
Writer(s): Broot Mccoy & Camouflage Don
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