Texty:
Glass Hammer

draws out the breathing Hallucinations follow And then, loss of feeling [Chorus: Sick Jacken] Welcome to the darkside With (??) counter-clockwise You lookin' through the glass

a hero when he drove the taxi in the hallway Shootin' niggas down if they clothes is tacky Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki And the Porsche got a glass

I pull them strings to make them scales teeter totter like Balance beams its everything it seems the guns and the glamor the re-compressed birds Booked down wit sledge hammers

So there i was watching Sanford & Son workin the graveyard shift at a party before rollin a splif in behind the glass i see crackheads all night but tonight

HENESSEY (Sprite go right with the) HENESSEY (Make ya night go right with the) KC TEA (KC TEA!) [Verse 2] I like to drink it in a real big wine glass

God for that white They used to call me the Pyrex kid aka Young Arm & Hammer In the kitchen with the pots, yeah, I work the glass Hard on 'em, pimp,

The way the hammer shapes the hand The way the hammer shapes the hand The way the hammer shapes the hand The way the hammer shapes the hand The way

Work 12 hour shifts, just gimme the word I get 12 cowards hit, never givin' a fuck 18's on the Coupe, deuce O's on the truck Tell P, hold the hammer

glass to the guy who never asked Any praise, he just gave All the blood, sweat and tears, he stood tall with no fear Let's all raise a glass to the