Comic Book Crooks Songtext
von KnowMads

I cant see it, nah its cool I know it, i think
Nah i dont know it you better turn that on


You got a question then ask
I bus fast right up the ave
While the marijuana lasts
The street lights like a navigator
Arriving home later, I give thanks to the creator
A translator I′m educated in the tongue
I demonstrate it while im annihilating a blunt
Inhale and exhale to elevate up in the mental
I penetrate the college rule with a number 2 pencil
The paper to the microphone up in ya system
Questioning religion with indefinite decisions
We shade kicking on any fucking street
Create a beat with the mouth and an MC speaks
Never no need to preach, im saying keep it brief
While crazy weeded seeds breath it in for relief
And until they reach the lie today
I light a jay, it aint the bible way but hey
Im surviving today

It goes blunts with chronic dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic drunken vomit
Super sonic stars and comets
Comic book crooks and hookups with so so sluts and maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio
Blunts with chronic dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic drunken vomit
Super sonic stars and comets
Comic book crooks and hookups with so so sluts and maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio


See back when I was fiveteen I didnt have no visine
Eyes coulnt look now they unread like books
In my room waiting for the flowers to bloom
But i"d rather just skip it and kick it
So check it I was standing on the concrete covering the dirt
That was laid here by someone long before my birth
On the planet called earth I revolve around the sun
While im following none and swallowing gum
Late nights we be talking slurs and mocking birds
Who aint up on that dope cut plus they say we smoke much erb
Yes sir i tap tap the curb
For when my spaceship crash and i come back to earth
But right now im alienated from all chameleon traces
Of fakers and all you color changing suffocaters
I need my space like the universe around me
Woke up on the ground like thank god I found me

It goes blunts with chronic dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic drunken vomit
Super sonic stars and comets
Comic book crooks and hookups with so so sluts and maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio
Blunts with chronic dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic drunken vomit
Super sonic stars and comets
Comic book crooks and hookups with so so sluts and maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio

With the torch for the fire I was bored out my mind
Feeling pretty clouded rolling down the 4-5
As red takes over white im seeing clear with closed eyes
Take flight on late nights guaranteed to throw five
Like its nothing as this public runs to hide
Feet stomp the concrete cuz the streets have come alive
It was the beast that resides between the pearly gates and satan
Making deadly combinations clouded mind imaginations
Street lights are flying colors cross signs cry like brothers
Holding they dying mothers while the rest run for cover
And under the overpass a man whos broke as jack
Sober laugh is interrupted by another open cap
His lungs collapse from too many years of smoking crack
How can he support a family when hes got a broken back
Preaching how he noticed that
The government gave coke to blacks
Smoking still hell freezes over blowing out the frozen ash

It goes blunts with chronic dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic drunken vomit
Super sonic stars and comets
Comic book crooks and hookups with so so sluts and maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio
Blunts with chronic dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic drunken vomit
Super sonic stars and comets
Comic book crooks and hookups with so so sluts and maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio

Hah hah let it knock and knock
And everybody on yo block get they hip hopped
Hah hah let it knock and knock
And everybody on yo block get they hip hopped ha ha ha
That was shitty as fuck