Aesop Rock] Yo change the fuckin channel I burn a Coma candle When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample We them cats talkin noise
6 a.m., day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark the smell of cold car seat is freezing the world is sleeping I am numb up the stairs
was raised as a child to keep me one Trying to outrun white noise from my TV keeps me numb Mr. Disgusted, fortified, ill as confunksion God's son, not
this long Nigga I let y'all eat for this long Now the King's back on the streets crack I'ma put it on my son's name I'ma change from the mundane, Monday
lurkin, I'm waitin, attackin like a linebacker Fuck what you heard, crime pays and always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways We kill crews, hearts go numb
never in your life slice a brick with a butterknife You're livin trife, that's aight, my crew loves to fight Bring the noise, and watch me turn down the
seat, catching it from the backside You wish you had some rum, feeling numb Where the noise at? Losing it, where my boys at? Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son
up your block Knowin that you're one who pays a freaky cop But I won't stop cause the son out just took your spot To the bump bass! Styles comin down
feat. Missy Elliott) [Wyclef Jean] (Missy Elliott) Brrrr, yeah (ew, ew, ew, EW! yeah) It's over, uh huh (that's right) Missy With The Preachers Son,