[Verse 1]

A few drifts of snow, haze of spliff smoke

Tryna have a conversation, speaking too low
Sweat in the palms, itch in the throat
Last drop of agua out the bottle, he'll go

Bright lights, long hallway, soda machine
Fumbling for some dollars, crumpled, still green
Kicking that (*##$, like an H addict in vain

I'm a get my water, or it'll bleed change
$#&@ it, hit bodega for a loosie and 12 beers
A watered down chaser, for somebody's dried tears

Back to the lab again, pass me the spliffero
I'm about to rap again, this %#@!'s a fingeroll
Then we'll hit the restaurant, I'm on the fettucini

Tell the wannabe fakes, any time, come see me
We on our Grizzly Adams, we've been like this since the '80s
Generation triple-Xers, Zoo York crack babies


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Fresh to death, we Frazier in '73
Already deaf, the ballad still on key
Smoke Cindy Princess, meds a remedy

Undisputed best, Frazier, 1970

[Verse 2]


Off to the next day, rip through some Bloody Marys
Chomping burnt bacon, eggs mixed with the dairy

You want a damn tip, fill my coffee six times
We about to get to planning, where to scope some dimes
Rappers get your shine box, you're not in our league

And before you step to us, take a moment and breathe
You see, we witty with that cracking %#@!
Get it how you live it, over here google mapping it

We ain't trapping kids, we only use the stuff
We ain't tobacconists, but we'll do you snuffed
Mutulu tough, Morimoto on the yuzu cuts

Hebrew nuts, for all you little tiny (*##$ Internet thugs
My beatsmith on the boards, like Harold Hunter
Pouring out a little liquor feels better in the summer

If we ain't working, we out circumventing lines
VIP, MDMA, vodka and lime


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