Versuri 06. Poisonous Darts

Let's see you try the water technique!  Hai!  Ha, ha! 
The sky is high, the cloud is low 
But my water technique is hard to think 
That the earth can absorb water, hai!  Hai! 
 
The sky is high, the cloud is low 
But my water technique is hard to think 
That the earth can absorb water, hai!  Hai! 
 
What the fuck I got the moonshine, word to God, let's get it on 
Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand 
Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless 
Showin' out of this world, stranded on Uranus 
 
With Coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules 
Take a blast fool but we trap up crews, it's natural 
Like soybean, burn like a laser beam 
My vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns 
 
The segment, rare fragment comes together 
Like magnets, attract heads, capture like dragnet 
Goin' through mad phases, of all ages 
Killa beez locked the fuck up behind cages 
 
The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze 
Press call ID for me to quote more degrees 
The fortune teller tucker sleepin' gas umbrella 
A war where they're gunnin' in the back of armanbella 
 
Now who, don't believe that cash must rule 
I don't eat beef, I slap blood out of Purdue 
Keep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the session 
It's over, I file this and glow like fluorescent 
 
[Incomprehensible] is high, the cloud is low 
But my water technique is hard to think 
That the earth can absorb water, hai!  Hai! 
 
Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cash flow 
Rockin' a shaft Afro, Tony got mad glow 
With hoes, mega powder drippin' from they nose 
Fuckin' jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose 
 
Send 'em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites 
Only built four Cuban link kings who shoot dice 
Holdin' money that's convertible, beds with feathered bags 
With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad 
 
You onion head niggaz spread out and parlay 
Yo rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays 
I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain 
I'm so hyped Jakes label 'God crack cocaine' 
 
Why equality self God, yeah, yeah you know it kid 
Ricki fucked up and G-Pac, blow his wig 
He's rockin' Wu wear, the latest in fleece uniform 
He's a newborn, look at money swearin' like he's on 
 
But anyway back to furry kangols Jamaican wallabees 
My back is on the wall, bombin' Devils with trick knowledge 
My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at the source awards 
Next year two hundred niggaz comin' with swords