Psychodelic Vision

(Intro 4x)
 Lalalala-lala-lalala
 (B-Real)
 I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid
 Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin
 Psychodelic visions would ensue
 My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate
 But I?, all that distorted shit 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 shit I set out to do was achievable
 But alas, look at all the shit 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 fuckin feelings hurt
 I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,
 I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis
 (Chorus 2x)
 (Lalalala-lala-lalala)
 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
 (B-Real)
 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
 Chorus:
 (B-Real)
 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?, that you're leasin, ain't gonna roll forever
 So think about that, is it worth the pain?
 When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain
 But you're thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it:
 It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded
 (Chorus 2x)
 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