Ronald Jason

Walk into the store, same pocket, same nickelsIn a city where every crack in the sidewalk's a symbolWhere there's crack in the basement, where there's crack in the slave shipsWhere there's crack whores and corrupt pigs killing cats trying to crack casesMy boombox runs on a baboon heart transplant (This is hell!)I got a poltergeist on a leash trained by Caroline herselfTwo Thousand something...Technology aid itself gluttonEvery move I make's from a robot gepetto pressing a red buttonIt's Vietnam in the fumesYes I run with cannibals that bite the handthat feeds cuz it tastes better than the foodThe prickly outer shell's genetic, it helps defense modeBut it also helps to fuck up a couple of sacred friendshipsWatch a six legged insect crawl out of the billy goat beardWatch a sick makeshift bitch threat fall out when the filthy smoke clearsWatch the insect's stinger sting threat till it has sweat a bulletSweat a full clip, sweat a river, dead the bullshit, sail away and witherYou're the kind of cat that rolls a pimped out Caddydropped with rims and limousine tints bucking EnyaInsert laughter hereI wanna rap a lot and stack cheddar by the fistfulBut for now, I walk into the store with a pocket full of huhh...