Powderdust - Bet You 2 (Remix) lyrics

I never had real friends 'til now

I never had to steal endz 'cause that's foul

I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin' secure

but I try not to incite fights that's immature

actions that come back to haunt

I work hard to get the things that I want

and never flaunt

never post where the most guys post high

I keep my focus towards the ground

and pound

any brother who's my ace to my face

even if snakes on the unda'

I try not to wonda'

trainin' my brain wit' mental anguish

strange, it's rather eerie

clearly

just a whim

I adjust the hymn

deal with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys

I can take the fizz out the carbonated copy

imprints are made in the sand as I walk

dim hints reveal rather grand as I talk

small individuals seem larger

when they take charge of

their antics

makin' them gigantic

so you never suspect their neck bein' strained

so many situated thoughts in the brain

heavy weight gain

so I weight train

'cause to me the weight gain

is a great gain

and I hate sane individuals

close they nose to new aromas

I got the smellin' salts that are prone ta'

clear the nasal, daze

you'll probably make a raise to a new level

and see the true devil

any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape,

any form

any swarm

ride over your dish like a picnic

I think the sick shit

I had my wrist slit

like a suicide

but I survived

and you can too

plan to

live a full life free of anxieties

while you're at it try to keep an eye on me

[BRIDGE]

The man with meditation skills

wastin' spills, lyrical liquid

fillin' streams

wit' dreams

and I will cream whoever seems wicked

oral floral arrangements

is strange since

you don't have the comprehension

I will stop and lynch them

I'm not the one promotin' gun totin'

'cause I contain within my brain these computations just as potent

the mental torturer of course you will acknowledge me

'cause Mr. Twister places pictures, mental fixtures of photography

shitty little bitties never get their clitties done, but I don't think

they'll resist

Mr. Twister

when I flex my verbal techs.

exit

mental anorexic

I don't cater to the imbecile so you can bet this

is a brain buster

pain thruster

strain twister

overwhelming pressure between the temples when I touch the microphone

I might condone

the usage of abuse if it is convenient

I slant and lean it

like a lever when I leave ya mutilated

by my enuciated cleaver

I survived the ither and the either

now let me take a breather

(PAUSE)

From my own little world,

little girls, little boys

stay free of hurries

free of worries

that's riddle poised for posterity

where are we

goin' from here

as a ho

and I don't know

and that's the biggest feeaaar

when I'm flippin' into daaarknesss

now I'm askin' can I spark this?

It's D-E-L y'all

from Hieroglyphics y'all

sayin' peeeeace. . .