Passed Out!!!

True that! I be getting blew back
I've been doing that since, what? 1982 Jack
Little bad ass bastard getting geeked
On Old English, and Lightning Creek
I'd rather not speak
On some of the shit that I did in the streets
While I ran up-and-down miles
Bussin wraps in exchange for smiles
Displaying my many styles
Nothing to lose and everything to gain
When I got in the game all of a sudden, my whole life changed
When you're out of their range
Mother Fuckers look at you strange
As if they wanna ruin you just for doing your thing
But, I'm through with pain
I've decided, I'm not leaving the scene of the rhyme
Till all my foes are slain.
After that, I sit back
With a spliff, and a snifter of yak
Living life in luxury's lap
I provide you with nothing but the facts
I've done paid my dues
Now I don't want nothing but Fucking Racks

I got drunk till I passed out
I woke up at Blaque's house and his ass broke some gas out
Twist something and let's mash out
And I ain't drawing my gun unless I got something to blast bout
I got high till my eyes bled
I rip whole crews to shreds
With some shit I made up in my head
Memorize every word that I've said

My serenades decimate barricades
Raine like live grenades on the stage
Knock you out of your J's
I'll blaze the haze and stand in a fog maze
One puff have you stuck in a complete daze
I breathe heat rays
That'll burn you from your face to your waste
And turn you into a terminal case
I'm prone to flip
Looking for some liquor to sip
Sure, I'm an asshole, but I've been gifted with spit
So I stay in some shit
Haters keep my name on their lips
Cause I came equipped
Here to get that dough, then I dip
Your accusation are baseless
My hands full-of-aces
And the duffle bags full of big faces
Woe-to-he whom had assumed
I wouldn't lower the boom
High enough to jump over the moon
I wrote a tune to your impending doom
If you're pursuing a tomb
Then step to Free, it will be over soon

I got drunk till I passed out
I woke up at Blaque's house and his ass broke some gas out
Twist something and let's mash out
And I ain't drawing my gun unless I got something to blast bout
I got high till my eyes bled
I rip whole crews to shreds
With some shit I made up in my head
Memorize every word that I've said

These Mother Fuckers is Cannon Fodder
I've put more bodies in the ground than Kane Hodder
If I couldn't write, like Peulitzer prize-winning author
Then why in God's name would I even bother
I put the quill to the parchment like Chaucer
And flow about anything from Earthworms to Flying Saucers
And everything in between
I don't need Shrooms to see visions
Nor the assistance of Beans
Unless of course, it's a Senzu
Due to the rare occurrence in which I've depleted all of my Jutsu
And when I land on Earth 616
I'll take my pick of the litter
And promptly get'em to turning tricks
You see what just happened
Is a prime example of what we can achieve with Rapping
So stop trying to discredit my craft
Based on the fact this new mainstream rap is ASS

I got drunk till I passed out
I woke up at Blaque's house and his ass broke some gas out
Twist something and let's mash out
And I ain't drawing my gun unless I got something to blast bout
I got high till my eyes bled
I rip whole crews to shreds
With some shit I made up in my head
Memorize every word that I've said

Hell yeah!!!