Knowmads Comic Book Crooks
[Verse 1: Jester]
Yo
You got a question then ask
I bust fast
Right up the ave while the marijuana lasts
The street lights like a navigator
Arriving home later
I give thanks to the creator
A translator
I'm educated in the tongue
I demonstrate it while I'm annihilatin' a blunt
Inhale and exhale to elevate up in the mental
I penetrate the college rule wit' a number 2 pencil
The paper to the microphone into ya system
Questionin' religion with indefinite decisions
We shake kickin'
On any f..ckin' street
Create a beat with a mouth and an emcee speaks
Never no need to preach
I'm sayin' keep it brief
While crazy weed and seeds breathe it in for relief
And until they reach the light of day
I light a jay
It ain't the bible way but hey, I'm surviving today
[Hook: Tom Pepe & Tom Wilson]
It goes
Blunts wit' chronic
Dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits
Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio
Blunts wit' chronic
Dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits
Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio
[Verse 2: Tom Pepe]
Check 1, 2, 10
See back when I was 5-teen I didn't have no Visine
Eyes couldn't look
Now they un-red like books
In my room
Waitin' for the flowers to bloom
But I'd rather just skip it and kick it
So check it, I was standin' on the concrete
Coverin' the dirt
That was laid here by someone long before my birth
On this planet called earth
I revolve around the sun
While I'm followin' none and swallowin' gum
Late nights we be talkin' slurs
And mockin' birds
Who ain't up on that dope cut
Plus they say we smoke much herb
Yessir I tap tap the curb
For when my spaceship crash and I come back to earth
But right now
I'm alienated from all chameleon traces of fakers
And all you color changin' suffocaters
I need my space like the universe surroundings
Woke up on the ground like thank god I found me
[Hook: Tom Pepe & Tom Wilson]
It goes
Blunts wit' chronic
Dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits
Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio
Blunts wit' chronic
Dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits
Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio
[Verse 3: Tom Wilson]
Yo yo yo
With the torch from the fire I was bored out my mind
Feelin' pretty clouded rollin' down the 4-5
As red takes over white i'm seein' clear with closed eyes
Take flight on late nights guaranteed to throw 5
Like it's nothin' thats just public [?] to hide
Feet stomp the concrete 'cause the streets have come alive
It was the beast that resides between these pearly gates of satan
Makin' deadly combinations cloudin' my imagination
Street lights
Are flyin' colors cross signs cry like brothers
Holdin' they dyin' mothers while the rest run for cover
And under the overpass
A man who's broke as jack
So the laughins interrupted by another open cap
His lungs collapse from too many years of smokin' crack
How can he support a family when he's got a broken back
Preachin' how he notice that
The government give coke to blacks
Smokin' 'till humphrey's is over blowin out the frozen ash
[Hook: Tom Pepe & Tom Wilson]
It goes
Blunts wit' chronic
Dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits
Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio
Blunts wit' chronic
Dumb ebonics
Gin and tonic, drunken vomit, Supersonics, stars and comits
Comic book crooks and hook-ups with so-so sluts And maybe hoes
So everybody turn off they radio
[Outro: Tom Pepe]
Ha ha let it knock and knock
And everybody on your block if they hip hop (ha)
Ha ha let it knock and knock
And everybody on your block if they hip hop
Ha ha ha
That's shitty as f..ck