(feat. Takbir (Styles of Beyond))



[Verse One]

I think I'm gonna snap one of these days

One of these days, I'ma snap into a rage, in half

I think I'm gonna snap somebody, for real

I feel I gotta slap somebody

And I don't know, if I'm losin my patience

or the world's gettin more difficult than it was before

But people seem dumber, prices are higher

My wallet got thin and now the straights are dire

And it's all really startin to get to me

I feel like one ingredient inside the recipe

And the rest of me, is fallin off to the bone

like leprosy, everything starts to pester me

So I hide behind stacks of bills

And the cracked windshield of my automobile

That's why everything gets more distorted than it seems

My girl tellin me that I'm havin hoop dreams

Now we're arguin again (damn) I take a hit

and turn the volume up to ten and run with no direction

And only hopes of an escape

But it's like runnin in circles on a twelve inch plate

They say, to be insane is when you do the same

and get the same results and still do it again

They say, to be insane is when you do the same

and get the same results, check it, check check it out



[Chorus]

Turned on my VCR, same one I had for years

Turned on my stereo the static hurts my ears

I sit in my old car, same one I had for years

Battery's been runnin down for years and years and years



[Verse Two: Takbir]

Yo, I'm sick of bein confused and always gettin my hopes up

Spin the barrel twice and put it back in my holster

Diamond in my confidence watch three (?) as

I'm blockin in my passion for rappin it's all provacative

This is how it is if you hate havin jobs

If you wait then you strong if you fake then you gone

The fiasco of cash flow, makin me laugh

So I throw on my costume while swingin my lasso

Steak for the butcher shop, weightin to slay

A nice meal 'til they cookin raw paper mache

So last but not peace I dropped a few lines

in the book of thought ingredients passin through time



[Chorus]



Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit

If you can't deal, with, it

Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit

If you can't deal, with, it



[Verse Three]

Yo, yo, yo

It's been a long time since my brain felt peace

It's this and it's that but not me

Or is it, all the think to thought makes me (?)

With my fingernails with no guilt makes a visit

I wish I was ten years old again (why?)

Cause back then I wasn't so picky about my friends

Plus I'd rather worry about which toy I want next

than havin to worry about my rent check

See man, don't you understand?

You have to beat the system, before you make demands

And that's all fine and dandy for the time being

But I'm sick of payin bills with money I'm never seein (help!)

Damn computer screen makes my eyes hurt

I hate givin up my time, that's why I'm always late for work

At least fifteen minutes (hurry up)

Cause I need the snooze bar the way Popeye needs his spinach

I hate when the little things become big things

and the big things become bigger things

That's when I simply shut my eyes, and cover my ears

Same thing I've done for years



[Chorus]



[x2]

Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit

If you can't deal, with, it

Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit

If you can't deal, with, it