Rocks Bottom

Lyrics

[Intro] Rock bottom, rock bottom Rocks bottom, rocks bottom Rocks bottom out here man Ain't seeing nuttin' but poverty man Deprivation and all them fuckery yea? (It's a hard knocks life) Serious [Hook] Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom Where the people ain't got nuttin' And the kiddies chain smoke like Dot Cotton Growing up on the rock bottom, rock bottom [Verse 1] Money mad backstabbing, vein jabbing Paranoid crack addicts, bare addicts Androids carry gasses, some are strappin' And the summer never seems to happen Sew my dreams in a sea of passion See a demon in a chain reaction I'm redeeming in a change of actions I'm the leader in a rebel fraction And I'm deeper than the clever captions See the ether in a spell of dragons See the reaper in the back of wagons With the leaders of the alpha canons Out for balance, lookin' at the rocks bottom Cats plottin', suicide cats bombin' On comet onslaughts in the short runnings Too cunning, see the higher force, bun him Streets humming, sirens and feet drumming Never sleep too deep in deceits run-ins See the beef in a field full of sheep coming Write a tale if you leave me with the beat running [Hook] Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom Where the people ain't got nuttin' And the kiddies get high like Nick Cotton Lookin' up at the rock bottom, rock bottom [Verse 2] Seeds like hell blossom Lead coffins, plottin' when the cells locking Twelve profit in the legacy of hells tropics Man ahead of me are selling me a dead topic I can tell it how it is and keep your head bopping I was feeling like it's best I never said nothin' Chessa Chess in the house with a new layer I'm a prophet, I'm a pilgrim, I'm a soothsayer And the Devil's got a sword called the truth slayer See me tyrna slay the Devil I'm a true player I'm a priest in the streets, I'm a crusader While you're busy living life out of newspapers Some of them are living life like a crash dummy All they do is run around for the cash money And the government will smother us in blasphemy Take the tax money make a bomb and drop it casually [Hook] Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom Where the people ain't got nuttin' And the kiddies chain smoke like Dot Cotton Growing up on the rocks bottom, rock bottom [Verse 3] Living where the rock's shottin', block's rotten Run when the cops stoppin' Little novice in the shop with his popped stocking On his head like he's suttin' out of Lock Stock 'n Police shot him now he's laying in a box rotting Play for fate number eight in the top pocket What's poppin' for the clockin' and the eavesdroppin' Dropping eaves like weed when police stop him Some of them'll stand around and do the streets shoppin' See a guy they wanna rob and then they creep on him Some of them will curse God for the life given Some of them'll run around and keep a knife with 'em Some of them are paranoid and say spies hidden And everything in history has been lie ridden And it's just another day up in the minds prison I'm a visionary living on a blind vision What I'm saying is a picture so the blind listen Innovation elevation how the mind's written What I'm saying is a picture so the blind listen Innovation elevation how the rhyme's written (yeah) [Hook] Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom Where the people ain't got nuttin' And the kiddies get high like Nick Cotton Lookin' up at the rock bottom, rocks bottom