IntroChorus:



As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

(This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined

*Repeat*



Verse 1:Where



I flow like CD's in the deck

Moosh fools in the face that lack respect

Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk

I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G

So leave me alone I'm in the zone

Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown

Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone

But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone

Are you gone bust or play bones?

You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own

It's Miscellane and it's on again

For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step

And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut



Chorus



Verse 2:Where



I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache

Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong

My world is gone like disco

Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo

Standin in back of me was my soul

Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll

Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold

A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick

Shaky bitches off the dick

Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips

I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools

Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool

I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM

Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G

I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly

Me, buckin with my team is murder one

I heard a gun bustin shots (SHOTS!), down the block (BLOCK!)

I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!)

Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas t