作曲 : Opio Lindsey (feat. Del the Funky Homosapien) [scratched x8: "can I ask you somethin"] [Opio] So easy to regurgitate the trash that they feedin ya Pervertin and distortin the truth through the mass media (uh-huh) Greedy addicts, who see me as savage Reverse psychology, I don't swallow easily Just stay flippin through my hustler's handbook (right) They told me follow the rules as you thrust into manhood (so) That's why today a ***** multi-dimensional Organic, I don't panic, I stay flexible [Del] Let's get real deep, past the naked eye Cause that's the first place to try to place a lie Obviously a waste of time You don't do what you say, that breaks divine What you say is fine, but my state of mind Ain't the kind to take a line at face value How you presented your sentences, candy-coated I'm [?] then I'll try to get to the motive [Opio] The root of it all (the fruit of truth) Provides the proof (the vibe alive) for who (what) when (and why) And where is that, you better look inward Never find it outside yourself, potential [Del] Man I'm seein somethin a little weird man [Opio] Yeah ***** they tryin to pull a fast one on you man [Chorus: Del] Is anything gone but this picture here Anything out of place that isn't clear Anything that don't belong in this picture here Can ya, see beyond what you given here? [scratched x4: "can I ask you somethin"] [Opio] Fahrenheits to centigrade, ever since the 11th grade I penetrate the mind's eye like a straw through a glass of lemonade It's ele-men-tary If *********'s so bad, what's this Zoloft they sellin me? You gotta be jokin, forgot I'm from Oakland If you hop out the roaster get shot up with holes, hmm Cause it's poverty out here, so the mob'll be out here For the American dream, how many lost in a year [Del] A hundred and fourteen and more fiend Proportion, black mortality casualty Gradually losin grips with reality When a child's view in violence so casually Callously, carousel of confusion Only comes to a halt with thoughtful conclusions I'ma weigh the pros and cons of what's goin on Decide whether to go beyond and go along [Opio] Don't follow the follower (yeah they be lollygaggin) Man they tell you they seen it all (and they probably haven't) And where is that, you better look inward Never find it outside yourself, potential [Del] Yeah man next they gonna have you up in the spellbound lost'n'found [Opio] Yeah man, there's magical **** man, it's reality [Chorus] [scratches to end]
作曲 : Opio Lindsey (feat. Del the Funky Homosapien) [scratched x8: "can I ask you somethin"] [Opio] So easy to regurgitate the trash that they feedin ya Pervertin and distortin the truth through the mass media (uh-huh) Greedy addicts, who see me as savage Reverse psychology, I don't swallow easily Just stay flippin through my hustler's handbook (right) They told me follow the rules as you thrust into manhood (so) That's why today a ***** multi-dimensional Organic, I don't panic, I stay flexible [Del] Let's get real deep, past the naked eye Cause that's the first place to try to place a lie Obviously a waste of time You don't do what you say, that breaks divine What you say is fine, but my state of mind Ain't the kind to take a line at face value How you presented your sentences, candy-coated I'm [?] then I'll try to get to the motive [Opio] The root of it all (the fruit of truth) Provides the proof (the vibe alive) for who (what) when (and why) And where is that, you better look inward Never find it outside yourself, potential [Del] Man I'm seein somethin a little weird man [Opio] Yeah ***** they tryin to pull a fast one on you man [Chorus: Del] Is anything gone but this picture here Anything out of place that isn't clear Anything that don't belong in this picture here Can ya, see beyond what you given here? [scratched x4: "can I ask you somethin"] [Opio] Fahrenheits to centigrade, ever since the 11th grade I penetrate the mind's eye like a straw through a glass of lemonade It's ele-men-tary If *********'s so bad, what's this Zoloft they sellin me? You gotta be jokin, forgot I'm from Oakland If you hop out the roaster get shot up with holes, hmm Cause it's poverty out here, so the mob'll be out here For the American dream, how many lost in a year [Del] A hundred and fourteen and more fiend Proportion, black mortality casualty Gradually losin grips with reality When a child's view in violence so casually Callously, carousel of confusion Only comes to a halt with thoughtful conclusions I'ma weigh the pros and cons of what's goin on Decide whether to go beyond and go along [Opio] Don't follow the follower (yeah they be lollygaggin) Man they tell you they seen it all (and they probably haven't) And where is that, you better look inward Never find it outside yourself, potential [Del] Yeah man next they gonna have you up in the spellbound lost'n'found [Opio] Yeah man, there's magical **** man, it's reality [Chorus] [scratches to end]
