Psychodelic Vision (Explicit Version)

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I'll admit I was a wild seed

When I was a kid

Slangin d**e poppin Shroomz

And droppin lots of sin

Psychodelic visions would ensue

My view feelin the alter-states

As they altered my fate

But I and you

All that distorted sh*t brought it up

I came short

And couldn't afford to store it up

So I began to record it on audio

The autobiography of Luis Mario

Something that's unbelievable

Inconceivable

That half the sh*t

I set out to do was achievable

But alas

Look at all the sh*t come to pass

While we remained strong

Others broke like glass

Cos you lack style

And you need all the help brother

Cos you're fragile

And it should say it on your cover:

This side up for the celebrity

Who lacks intelligence

Integrity intensity

Oh it's true

I got you in that angle like Kurt

But don't go gettin your

F**kin feelings hurt

I spit many bars of heat

That burn like a furnace

I pour rhymes out like coffee

Spillin out your 'dermis

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I got my 9mm at my waist papa

I got my shotgun in the escalade papa

If you feel groggy

Then jump and get sprayed papa

I don't wanna

But you dug your own grave papa

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist papa

I got my shotgun in the escalade papa

If you feel groggy then jump

And get sprayed papa

I don't wanna

But you dug your own grave papa

You know me and you've grown with me

And if I had a big enough pad

I'd take you all home with me

I don't walk around with bodyguards

That's not me

I'm hangin out with the people as my posse

Used to have a lot of enemies

With bad intentions

Spreading gossip like disease

Creating lots of tension

People turn around

When you become a star it seems

But others hate you all cos

You've fulfilled all your dreams

They smile in your face

And act like nothing's wrong

When you turn your back

They hate and play one of your

Songs

Why don't you take your mask off

Look me in the eye

You afraid I might blast-off

And call you on your life

Take a deep one and peep son

Retribution comes around

More than once like a re-run

You're a cheap one to kill so steep son

You're just another one

Who gets thrown in the quay son

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist papa

I got my shotgun in the escalade papa

If you feel groggy then jump

And get sprayed papa

I don't wanna

But you dug your own grave papa

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist papa

I got my shotgun in the escalade papa

If you feel groggy then jump

And get sprayed papa

I don't wanna

But you dug your own grave papa

You know they smile in your face

You know they try to take space

I let you punks know you ain't safe

Cos you know you're just dead-weight

But at the present day

They gettin stalled out for some

Reason

But not from me

Because it's punk-hunt season

Charged with high-treason

I'm easin the blow never

The body that you're leasin

Ain't gonna roll forever

So think about that is it worth the pain

When you flirt with pain b**ch you

Don't hurt your brain

But you're thick-headed numskull and rick said it

"it was the moment you feared

When my venom spreaded"

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist papa

I got my shotgun in the escalade papa

If you feel groggy then jump

And get sprayed papa

I don't wanna

But you dug your own grave papa

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist papa

I got my shotgun in the escalade papa

If you feel groggy then jump

And get sprayed papa

I don't wanna

But you dug your own grave papa

You know they smile in your face

You know they try to take space

I let you punks know you ain't safe

You know they just can't wait

You know they smile in your face

You know they try to take space

I let you punks know you ain't safe

You know they just can't wait