Fondu by Mic. Arson Lyrics
The fucks up witch you? Eat 'shrooms, get your dick blew?
Side-lined broke in the car, and ya rents due
Hop the fence to where glass really greener
Hope to put a grin on, the real un-kind demeanor
That you wearin'... heart, soul, mind and drive
Ain't the same way, it was before kid, look alive
Work 9 5 hours, go home, take showers
Say you never felt fine before? Been devoured
By depression, get a hold, quit cryin', bee
No one made you choose this, stop lying to me
*Dying to be... the next dike on the news
Writing suicide letters, hanging out with the noose
'Cause the prudes done keep talkin weak-smack
Main man j mic, Spartan kick, to ya back
Crack a rick flair chop on ya brain stem...
Scream whoo every time a boy drops, on this-space-ship
Too damn busy, doin just the usual
Rhymes complex? Grab a visual
Gotta smoke funk die that's my motto
Ride over here smoke herb on the grotto
Oh the OZ trees know what went down
Roll another blunt and my beat turn frowns
To a head bop AND--then a steady nodding
Nasty flow, box-in weave bobbin
Pinned to the mat stick a pin in ya chin
Add insult to injury Michel gonna win
Whatever.battle...(breath) rap or fisticuffs
I'm goin overkill, parents said I dissed enough
Kay ill cut back on the flames and blades
Cause another incident, diss 'em to my fave
Hard ass beat, packing heat, etcetera
Goin off track train craz coke brovas
Gave me inspiration 'long with Zulu nation
Youth from the burbs real down with Jamaicans
Side-lined broke in the car, and ya rents due
Hop the fence to where glass really greener
Hope to put a grin on, the real un-kind demeanor
That you wearin'... heart, soul, mind and drive
Ain't the same way, it was before kid, look alive
Work 9 5 hours, go home, take showers
Say you never felt fine before? Been devoured
By depression, get a hold, quit cryin', bee
No one made you choose this, stop lying to me
*Dying to be... the next dike on the news
Writing suicide letters, hanging out with the noose
'Cause the prudes done keep talkin weak-smack
Main man j mic, Spartan kick, to ya back
Crack a rick flair chop on ya brain stem...
Scream whoo every time a boy drops, on this-space-ship
Too damn busy, doin just the usual
Rhymes complex? Grab a visual
Gotta smoke funk die that's my motto
Ride over here smoke herb on the grotto
Oh the OZ trees know what went down
Roll another blunt and my beat turn frowns
To a head bop AND--then a steady nodding
Nasty flow, box-in weave bobbin
Pinned to the mat stick a pin in ya chin
Add insult to injury Michel gonna win
Whatever.battle...(breath) rap or fisticuffs
I'm goin overkill, parents said I dissed enough
Kay ill cut back on the flames and blades
Cause another incident, diss 'em to my fave
Hard ass beat, packing heat, etcetera
Goin off track train craz coke brovas
Gave me inspiration 'long with Zulu nation
Youth from the burbs real down with Jamaicans