Traverse Town (Numero Dos)

Yeah…

Bah-duh-duh
Crash land with me

[Verse One:Brian J. Lucas]
Aw, damn, man… Lucas you so animated
You dropped Lucid, kinda flopped, but I forever played it
You in college gettin knowledge? Boy you educated
Took the game and hella raped it, claimin that you celibatin!

Skyscrapin, boy you get it? boy you elevatin!
Where yo album that you promised? We been ever waitin
How the hell you realer than 2 dolla bills
And all yo competion fake as wrestlin or turkey bacon?

Still trippin. Still rememberin tonight tomorrow
Still entertainin all these people like a movie star
Still smokin, still drinkin, still goin hard
As callous, granite doin things for love like that cowardly dog, ah!

Bah-duh-duh
Crash land with me

Ah!

[Verse Two: Brian J. Lucas]
More hits than Derek Jeter when I’m on the mic
Temper richer than that turner comma ike
Temper sicker than that Pryor in his last days
Poppin hard as bubble wrap. Kill a beat than bring it back

Wait a minute. Rippin big like Wallace, Chris, I got it bitch
I had it all
Kissed you once, then missed you once, I looked up like I had it all
Babydoll, what happened to us…? Never mind
Imma put my face up in her titties cuz she hella fine

Or somethin like it… Imma go ahead and kill em man
Michael Myers liable to get it, Imma killa man
Wait... You sweeter than vanilla man
Cooler than Frieza brother, my dick is goin Super Saiyan!

Ah!

[Hook: Brian J. Lucas] *2
Will you be comin home tonight?
I need a hope or somethin like
A chance to see that you are here with me

So come and put your hand in mine
Cause I just wanna love tonight
I know you’re here because it’s meant to be

Crash land with me
Send inhibitions away
I’ll give you time to see
Every part of me

Every part of me
Every part of me

[Part Two]

Haha. Same song

Whoop!

Whoop!

[Verse Three: Brian J. Lucas]
I been a killer forever
Violent but peaceful, shots in my Mr. Rogers sweater
Whatever you haters sayin’s irrelavent boy i’m too true
Givin your two cents, you’re no guardian less than Mushu

Mulan in these haters, you hans in my basement
I got it, you faked it, ball on niggas, Jordan, hard product placement
I’m the illest nigga spittin since Eazy, you need me
Nobody needa see no body leakin, believe me

Seemingly can’t see me. Prolly cuz you Stevie
Appropriate like PG… Slick as vagina
You got it i’m wildin, you niggas little men like a lion
While i’m East Carolina killin, kid i’m spittin for pirates

He be like “he back!” but really i ain’t hit the scene yet!
My old girl still a virgin left her cryin that's a clean ex (kleenex)
Maybe if i hit it she’d be beggin for a nigga
Cuz a nigga goin Michael Jackson thriller…

Jay