100 Ft. of Cold Dirt

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Priviledge] Exist inside that space where technology and reality Don't meet ethernetic wifis, where signals won't fly When the cellphone dies, people say that your dead With the trials not answering the IMs They'll think that you ceased the living No computer, no phone in the crib That's prehistoric conditions Corny ass Fred Flintstone niggas Having people come and check for you Reinforced doubt, throwing pebbles at the crib Just to get you out the house, blowing shots at kids Bam bam brought the Barney rubble with the hardest With the AR fifth harness kick, kids harder than meth They threw to Beijing, Jill Smith pipe down And switch seats with my limb, went click click The abacus, calculate the average advantage Of a Chinese family buying the national debt Hustle Japan yet against the pound sterling kills Now they keep their heroes in a wallet made from dollar bills [Chorus:] I got the yo, yo yo I got the yo, yo, yo [Verse 2: Billy Woods] Ride with no feeling, hard top, no glass ceiling Power steering, we're on that interior Bravarian engineering Forty-percent tint, rear windows cracked, broosters millions No shoes but they look like run flats, silver and black Pull into your town, mud sprayed on the fuselage, hood steaming Plates said U-C-G-O-D he step out beaming Yellow teeth clamped on a seagull, Aurora Borealis tips the season And it won't be til he's leaving that people searching for meanings Long gone, he smirk at the grieving, swirling, a forty-five riesling As gnats search for reasons, and rhymes wind like wind through chimes Spiders spin thin web fine, silken how he ride them yellow lines Amused by petty crimes, find levity in fratricide over dimes Babies held to radiators, guns polished to a patient shine The nickel plated glare reflects yellow spines Fickle are the things my dear whispered in ears at the moment of clarity Light in tunnels, hand lamps mercury vapor ablaze Horn lit glasses, corny as dance with lively flames You saw him when you were born, you gon' see him again He's a man of few words and a great many names [Chorus:] I got the yo, yo yo I got the yo, yo, yo [Verse 3: Johnny Voltik] When you hear this it lights your ears like I'm Mike Tyson Ain't no Buster Douglas, we dusting off our shoulders Like we was Hova, passion like the Christ is Crown of thorns priceless, we bodying the blood of Heathens that love us, cause we are just like them But we don't give a fuck, oh yes lord, digital horror Like video you killed the radio star Catch me when I'm live love death to the all Holly rollers mad because I'm walking on water Switching up the poles til the whole world is polar Like damn the pack man done turned the game over And over and over and over and over Eating ghost monsters and I'm swallowing the soul The thriller arm manilla paper check the roper doper I am what [?] is to Apollo Green I'm Lake Minnetonka to Apollonia Come on let's be for real, you should get an Oscar Hoping my true motherfuckers know My life's the illest shit I never wrote The beautifullest thing the word hope The very thing that angels dreamed I'm fifty cent away from drinking liquid Vicodin I mean my whole body's made of lights and beams To the deaf dumb and blind I'm so fucking frightening