Can't none of y'all, mirror me back Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his prime I'm young H. Ov, rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the
did it (God did it) God did it (God did it) God did it (God did it) God did it (God did it) Don't believe yourself (God did it) Like your grateful
left for dead It doesn't please your ear And though you tell it like a leg-pull It seems you're still full of john bull You just refuse to hear Oh what
remember when you said You knew what it was like to be dead, now I do And that's no thanks to you Everybody thinks they know what the deal is And nothing
lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to
rider, bag it up and take the rest with me [Hook] [Eminem] Yeah this game has got me going crazy F-ck it I am crazy Whats new, what kind of f-cking
have me back but it's gonna take a week What now, kid? Which way, love? Will we ever make up and be friends? Good news is my shoes is Lined with all
smooth it gets 'Cuz I might wind up doing that same old cruddy shit Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood Back cockin', buckshottin', your ass is shot It's workin' It
and keepin it even, and even my reason for breathin is ceasin', Sleetin in a danger, my nose when I'm readin, it's bleedin on paper, It's bleedin on
it's worth it. Smiling and socialising. Endless philosophising. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Surface
in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth It
confederation, dead a nation, explode On detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it balls to steam, it comes to it We all fiends gotta do it
music is therapeutic for whoever's there to use it It's like, Lucifer's here to influence listeners through it You probably do what it said to do just from listenin to it It
love pump is what i´ll lick Your hippy dick, your hippy dick Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick I think I could learn To stand the grateful dead It
But where should I go if earth?s the only place I know All I know is I don't want this anymore Living a life without knowing what it is that I?m searching
you in the head Cause all that preaching to the choir, yo it's dead, word (umm uhh uhh) Then you got (Kweli), let me put you on It means truth and knowledge
them niggaz wanna wet it Word up, got me ready to set it [deja vu] Seems I steps wit aggression To any bitch who think they nice in this profession What? what
fancy To satisfy my gratuitous pica My culinary necromancy... Scrutinised then brutalized My forensic inquisition is fulfilled My recipe is now your epitaph Be it