Dilated Peoples, Gangrene - Opinions May Vary lyrics

Aiyo, pardon my French
Fuck anybody not fucking with this (Fuck)
Start up the disc, suicide, cut up your wrist
Like a cheap watch
Your weed spot something like this
Local dime bags from some
Dirty nickel dime slicks
Dice shook with shady hands
Why gamble that risk?
Dealing feces go, go examine that shit
Like man, you are sick
But you are not as sick as the niche
Of these niggas not even quarters
But dying to get rich
Will lie to their click, cheat
Steal to survive in this bitch
Then fight with their chick
The same time deny he a snitch
The lie on his dick
But ain’t nobody buying that shit
They just waiting to find him driving


When they ride in they whip
Clyde with the dip
Them ballers gonna fly when they hit
Defy gravity, super conductor from the slip
They all mad at me
Ain't nothing y'all do from the rip
It’s all strategy
You need a vacation then trip gangrene

Fuck y’all doing? It’s only right
That I address this
Why ask what? Why ask what?

Existentialist in my temple
I shook the world with Etch-a-Sketch force
Then sketched a masterpiece with a pencil
That’s how lead fires, ink that black
Crispy outlines
UFO, ancient aliens, is how their head flies
With my red eyes
Heavy squinting just to let light in
Learn the handshake, step right in
ATF, DEA wanna check my pen
It can stick a fiend's heart
And jump start adrenaline
At minimum it's a spark
Backyard like a national park
Animal sightings
Heavy lighting but the flashes are dark
Everyone’s an expert until the classes start
Ask them who the best is
Then watch the clashes start
I’ll smack animated stars out your head
With the Shaka Zulu, Sun Tzu strategy one two
Boom bip
Rescue the princess and jump the broomstick
Lunatic, on that dark side of the moon shit

Fuck y’all doing? It’s only right
That I address this
Why ask what? Why ask what?

Spray words and let the krylon drip
Crowd surfing, bitches tugging on my jersey
Made the nylon rip
Dance over rhythms like a fly on shit
Keep the yarmulke diagonal, play the avenue
Real verse like a 48
Bar acapella feature from
Maganoo with Timbo on a bow flex
The spliff that I finesse resemble Kotex
Hold down the west Ferraris jet
My vision is slightly tinted due to
The lens on the Cartie specs
ODB face, elephant briefcase
Sweepstakes, I’m on the grill like
Geno with the cheesesteaks
Stay with a pigeon like reed space
Cooking the freebase
Hard to get it off my clothes
Take my jacket to the laundromat
It still leaves a discrete trace
Camaro got metallic windows
Leather finish without a pimple
Bitches swanging off the phallic symbol
Lick off a shot through the
Roof, blow out his shingle
Peel off bumping "Latin Lingo"

Fuck y’all doing? It’s only right
That I address this
Why ask what? Why ask what?

Are you number one? Depends who you asking
Who, who, who? That’s for owls in the Aspens
Why do rappers rap in
Past tense? It's veteran
They think De La Soul and David Letterman
That wasn't fact checked but I go off
Got a fat check
Where’s deep end? And dove off
Weekends weredown by the beaches blurred
They come and go
But you could never put a leash on a bird
You never know if you never go out
Of the zone where you comfortable
Where you come from?
I sing the role of the unsung
Out the dungeons of rap
Where cats don’t make it back and run from
I got a gun and arose to the world
I come undone, shooting all under the Sun
I'm gassing, stingers, bulletproof wallets
Money on top of my heart if they want it