[1st verse] As I blaze the PM I inhale with the scent of a million men I exhale wit dumpin 17 up in the what the f**k I am? In the midst of a crisis God
about a quarter 'til nine So by 10:15 I got my dick on her spine Relax, recline, roll somethin nigga Hit this shit, blaze it up, now raise it up The grip
a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded 'cause it ain't no tellin' when we comin' Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with
we take the smoke to the dome Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones glisten from all the sunlight Peepin the fe's with thier hair done tight boody hung
Mommy is senseless get my moola I'm conscientious Tell Medi she buy me benzes pour favor Harlem mamma poor we fell off but back on nigga time to ball Hung
ya eyes" [5X] [Young Chris] And let you know I got potential Don't know me from the can of paint, know what I meant to Know when you see Gunna, you see hunger
, you're hung, you bite your tongue The whole town saw in awe as you strangle A noose on your neck, and you dangle From side to side in the blazing heat
bird, fly canary Body's vary, tck-a-chk, wisdom is secondary The most necessary, they daze you And blaze you, faze you out Wu-Tang razor blade may
my sack Quickly You wanna smoke with me Drop me a ??? With a philly It really don't matter to me 'Cause I'm green leafin' Big chiefin' I'm making my thang To blaze
sound I swear you were there when the carousel burned down We were all around The rings charred and tarnished all over the ground And the heads hung
A white light blazing deep Through the wasteland searching we Soaring birds now hunt the brow As I, thirsty, gripped with hunger now Clear sighted, painful
got sight beyond sight like the sword of omen Beats are left broken by the wise words spoken Survive livin, driven by blood money hunger Snakes lay, waitin
same I blowed in that very night down in the Tenderloin Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine here lies poor Bill MacKie And I hung it up on my cabin
How you tried to set them free They would not listen They did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Grandpa's down by the two lane In the blazing sun or pouring rain Sells tomatoes from the back of his pickup truck Reads the Bible line for line While
with my pallet And my colouring pastels Johnathan Swift-ly writing His Gulliver's Travels At the Bliss brewery, Guzzle a bubbling glass full Went under my chateau, Where I hung
-waiting Inside these walls, there is blood-pulsing Inside the gates, life and death's waiting Inside these walls my hunger sating... Thrill waits to be blazed