Crack Crack

"Well, if my town perishes
for lack of knowledge,
here's an aspirin for you"

"Hayyyyyyyy- yayayaya"
Well hit, well hyped
with a swagger that no one can copy (Tra-ta)
In debt, well numbed
and scared of what they explain

If you feel the 9 that says pap-pap
You feel the metal that whinnies the track-track
That's what happens when you're smoking crack, crack
Causing them to shoot you with the clack, clack, clack

High as a kite, well zonked out
and aware of what they're talking about (Hahaha)
Stuck, well messed up
and warned that they're already looking for you

And if you feel the 9 that says pap-pap
You feel the metal that whinnies the track-track
That's what happens when you're smoking crack, crack
Causing them to shoot you with the clack, clack, clack

You know very well how the streets are
That from the massacre it's well infected
By people with their minds all messed up
Who solve everything with a Prat-prat-prat-prat
Gloomy, not specific, true
I speak deeper than the Pacific Ocean
It's not to throw a critical message
I come with the truth, can't talk like a politician,
sneaky
For what the critics will say
As always, the image is what's typical
Like robots who’ve never touched a chemical
They martyr and punish those who don’t take care of their body
You can't love the grind,
Because it can bring you down to ruin
But you always find it, always in the kitchen
Always shh! And how they love it,
But still in the sights for continuing to hustle
Not even they know the sequence they're looking for
It'll be faster than the chase for Usama
Because they already know even the size of his bed,

Disturbed, well annihilated
ready for when they chase him
Agitated, well unbalanced
and oriented that if they catch him, they’ll pin him

And if you feel the 9 that says pap-pap
You feel the metal that whinnies the track-track
That's what happens when you're smoking crack, crack
Causing them to shoot you with the clack, clack, clack

Twisted, leaning side to side
and panicked with what they're saying
Chained up, well enslaved
by what the body is demanding

And if you feel the 9 that says pap-pap
You feel the metal that whinnies the track-track
That's what happens when you're smoking crack, crack
Causing them to shoot you with the clack, clack, clack

Hayyyyyyyyy!
How they wrote it
And how they pushed it
Yayayayayya hay!
Listen up you!:
And you crazy crazy,
take a hit you!
But I'm chill,
give me half a turn
And you crazy crazy,
take a hit you!
But I'm chill,
double-edged knife
Philosophy, lyrics, the fourth bat is mine…