Lupe fiendin' for that Phantom Pain too brehs
"He's meannnnnn
and vicious
I cant believe hes that rude/
To those stories those rhymes that jew/
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food/
And put 'em on the track like glue/
Then put 'em on your head like hat
Hey back to you lu/, black power/
Im just running with a barrel full of black powder/
Wita hole in it hole in it,holdin it, wheezin deep, breathin/
Running from the fire on the trail i keep leavin/
I cant shake it i swear its heat seekin/
I keep seekin/ somewhere to hide from it i can die from it/
But it keep keepin up just when i think that ive done it/
It keep sneakin up/
Ohh leakin barrel of black powder how that flame keep reachin us/
Just one of the long rended extended metaphors I use/
This time I used/ the example of a fuse/
to demonstrate how i cant lose/
I would put it down but i cant due/ to the glue/ that i used to fuse/
everything together/
well i spilled some on my hands/ and gotdamn/
I might have to carry this forever/
Well I'm crazy to the game/ till they bury me insane/ "