Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Further From Truth lyrics
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Further From Truth lyrics]
My styles are Grundy
Gritty and crusted with mold
My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul
Waiting to grab a hold
Of everything you that know
And casually throw it all
Right out the window
I return from the beyond again
With a shovel on my shoulder
And a photograph of him, from the dark
Backwards counter-clockwards
A lot of the words that I said
They went unheard
Buried in the casket, tucked under the earth
For so long
With hopes that no one would get hurt
From this raging retard
Riddled with bullet holes
When you're different that's how it goes
I understand, do you?
If you were in a situation, that's mine
You'd probably go on
Pretending everything is fine but that
Phony feeling couldn't be further from truth
When your on your back, in a coffin
Wearing a suit
When your on your back, in a coffin
Wearing a suit that phony feeling
Couldn't be further from truth
Dirty like the earth
And young bitches that lift skirts
To pay college funds, or get they nails done
We all human, got to do, what we gotta to do
From flipping a couple birds
To turning a trick or two
Or slapping a trick or three
For imitating a G rapping in the mirror
While they bumping my LP
Imitation is flattery, that what they tell me
But you ain't thug, you can't sell me, nope
When your on your back, in a coffin
Wearing a suit that phony feeling
Couldn't be further from truth
A beautiful bowl of spread
With lilies and orchids
A mortician playing your song upon the organ
I'll smash in your casket
In with a sledgehammer
At this point now the anger
Is all that really matters busted the clock
Threw the numbers away in my dreams
So I'm haunted by new miracle messages
What do they mean?
Whatever it is, is probably wrong
There's a hole in my head
And thoughts do linger too long
And then I get branded as a walking mistake
And all I wanted was a piece of the cake
And some ice cream would a nice dream like
A vacation from nightmares?
Speaking on deaf ears to people
Who don't really care
We throw it all away in garbage
Bring it back
Clean it up after the commentary
And serve us a track
What ever they want they gonna get
That's besides the point
Meanwhile many motherfkers platinum off
Of club joints
And it's all fked up right now
And it's all fked up right now
And it's all fked up right now
When your on your back in
A coffin wearing a suit
When your on your back, in a coffin
Wearing a suit that phony feeling
Couldn't be further from truth
Gritty and crusted with mold
My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul
Waiting to grab a hold
Of everything you that know
And casually throw it all
Right out the window
I return from the beyond again
With a shovel on my shoulder
And a photograph of him, from the dark
Backwards counter-clockwards
A lot of the words that I said
They went unheard
Buried in the casket, tucked under the earth
For so long
With hopes that no one would get hurt
From this raging retard
Riddled with bullet holes
When you're different that's how it goes
I understand, do you?
If you were in a situation, that's mine
You'd probably go on
Pretending everything is fine but that
Phony feeling couldn't be further from truth
When your on your back, in a coffin
Wearing a suit
When your on your back, in a coffin
Wearing a suit that phony feeling
Couldn't be further from truth
Dirty like the earth
And young bitches that lift skirts
To pay college funds, or get they nails done
We all human, got to do, what we gotta to do
From flipping a couple birds
To turning a trick or two
Or slapping a trick or three
For imitating a G rapping in the mirror
While they bumping my LP
Imitation is flattery, that what they tell me
But you ain't thug, you can't sell me, nope
When your on your back, in a coffin
Wearing a suit that phony feeling
Couldn't be further from truth
A beautiful bowl of spread
With lilies and orchids
A mortician playing your song upon the organ
I'll smash in your casket
In with a sledgehammer
At this point now the anger
Is all that really matters busted the clock
Threw the numbers away in my dreams
So I'm haunted by new miracle messages
What do they mean?
Whatever it is, is probably wrong
There's a hole in my head
And thoughts do linger too long
And then I get branded as a walking mistake
And all I wanted was a piece of the cake
And some ice cream would a nice dream like
A vacation from nightmares?
Speaking on deaf ears to people
Who don't really care
We throw it all away in garbage
Bring it back
Clean it up after the commentary
And serve us a track
What ever they want they gonna get
That's besides the point
Meanwhile many motherfkers platinum off
Of club joints
And it's all fked up right now
And it's all fked up right now
And it's all fked up right now
When your on your back in
A coffin wearing a suit
When your on your back, in a coffin
Wearing a suit that phony feeling
Couldn't be further from truth