Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock

Time to get out of school and think

Somewhere in the world it's 5pm

And quittin time means it's time to drink

Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock

Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig

But somewhere in the world it's midnight

And the guerrillas just shot two pigs



Somebody needs to bottle

This adrenaline

Throw death the middle fin

Stompin through your suburbs

Like coke, meth, and riddling

Streetlights and little sins

We fight for little yen

Despite the bitter end

And ignite carcinogens

This here's a little shot of

Can't-Be-Stopped

A lot o' Fuck-You-Pay-Me

A little Fuck-The-Cops

Cuz them parasites'll suck your wop

And bankrupt your flock

Chuck you overseas to duck the glock

And in the gallows of San Quentin

The officials were smitten

By the smooth, suave way

Which my initials were written

So they paid no attention

That the scribbled transmission

Read "Imma get outta here,

Pray I don't get ammunition"



Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock

Time to get out of school and think

Somewhere in the world it's 5pm

And quittin time means it's time to drink

Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock

Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig

But somewhere in the world it's midnight

And the guerrillas just shot two pigs



Sometime the night falls just so

You can't see the scars

Discourse between the stars

Is dialogue of stolen DVD players and VCRs

I know a corner- if you say "cocaine"

They claim that you takin the lord's name

In vein

I cam to spit flames

Until this shit change

Until we switch games

The streets drown in pain

Now

Y'all might just drink and fuck to this

Let's knuckle up and deconstruct the shit

Imma show you what they dysfunction is

They need some nickel-plated acupuncturists

Vile and vulturous

Let's get tumultuous

And bring a multitude

To where their luncheon is



Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock

Time to get out of school and think

Somewhere in the world it's 5pm

And quittin time means it's time to drink

Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock

Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig

But somewhere in the world it's midnight

And the guerrillas just shot two pigs