Mind Broken

Uh N.IG.HT.M.A.RE shitting on em man Huh They thought it was a game and shit But it's really not Uh Yeah Yeah I put a style together for you It's so comprehensive I would tell you my life story But it's a lot to mention Should've had lots of pension And that thing on my hip Call that shit loss prevention Beautiful minds are venting Read between the lines And see we're on two different pages The shit that keep you confined It shows we're from two different ages You stuck standing in line 'Cause we move at two different paces They hear yours and hear mine And make two different faces Like, who you Yo, who's he Where he came from He ain't spitting no hard bars And his name's dumb And they remain Doing the same thing 'Til the game's done Your mom's a bitch Your dad's a bitch And you they lame son Who the fuck you talking to What a cat got your tongue talking, too Evidently you're not on your Q's and P's So, why you walking through Parked from the guns that bark at you And your homie is a target, too And you owe me for the times you've known me And I told you I won't bargain fool Ricin in your Rice Krispies Antifreeze in your Gatorade Anthrax in your tide samples Cyanide in your Minute Maid Ricin in your Rice Krispies Antifreeze in your Gatorade Anthrax in your tide samples Cyanide in your Minute Maid They're poisoning your mind with the shit they play Let it seep through your cranium and penetrate Voices in your head, in which you can't relate Blocking you into conformity, a graceful haze But I will not conform, call it renegade They like Pro those some distasteful ways And when I eat off your plate I still say my grace Nah For real What the fuck you talking bout Who the fuck you talking to Where the fuck you be banging at And why you ain't got no dogs with you Constipation of the brain It smell like their shit farted, too Oh no didn't Shitted on 'em Bitch don't get me started to