2006 New York

[Verse]
New York rhythm and Newports, got 2 swords
You can catch me up in downtown, hate discord
And this chord hypnotic, soldier march in a drunken state, I'm hanging off of this cord
A manipulative Jedi slowly morphing to a Sith Lord
We blast drum pads, feel it in your keyboards
On the moon taking vids of rocks and make a beat for it
Played her like accordion, invading on your privacy
And sorry, baby, I’m just nosy, know I got the right to see
Enlightened being city nights with peace, the cyanides bring lucid dreams
Spit at night, straight pooping, peeing
True things ain’t cool thinking, my tooth bleeding from rude spitting
I’m too ill with loose reasons
Got blue pilled a thought loop, I'm stuck thinking
Toss it in the freezer, rip it, take a fucking blinker
Hit my last bowl ascending but the smell lingers