CYBERSLAM 96' Lyrics

The great success story of 96, former coffee gopher, has now made the show in the big time

You are a piece of fucking shit

And on that note, we're gonna go to a commercial break

A bombshell has been dropped

Brian Pillman is in the scene

This was crafted and angled with a smile on

I couldn't purchase the Jordans I had tried on

Was it the tears, just nose poppity pile on

Make a mental note, smile moving right along

No pride, just stigmas, my cells holding on

How I get the fuck out of here and stand alone

Passion made Christ story, just to sing along

Ancestors sit on my shoulders, whether right or wrong

Blunts in rotation, location was very known

Three, two, backwards, I air corners you standing on

Street niggas, yeah, street niggas

Open carry corner, take you off your feet, niggas

Floss on the weekends, quiet on the week, niggas

Nervous ass, smell the scent of the week, niggas

Starving, ain't got nothing to eat, niggas

Talk fast, but run from the streets, nigga

Lies I spy, you cheap to beat, niggas

Boss moves, live off they gal to eat, niggas

Blessings, that anointed oil can't save you

Perspective of shooter leads to a grade two

Headstone engraved, lust to get paid through

Turn your back on who had your back, and that made you

Playing games with niggas' names, make them aim you

Victim mentality, so say they can't blame you

Bystanders nosy, they get the same view

Long nose, smell gunpowder, feel the air move

Air get the B&B, high sound of you

Buy and buy sirens, nigga, they are the shared food

Young niggas, age is on side of you

Think before your actions, nigga, what time can do

Raised to raise the judge, not a gavel dude

You raise the judge, not a judge, and it's gavel shoot

Up the prices on Troy Ave, got a tax stone

Join the game, nigga, or just remain skull and bones

Brag where we from, places we don't own

Can't get help from your niggas or bank loan

No bartender, T's pain, he pour drinks from home

Pushing the culture, voodoo bag of chicken bones

Gun or land planting, red line in my zones

It took time, not just time on this song

Everest, none made to climb, nigga, on my own

Still screaming that I wish my nigga Ren was home

Cash just made from clay, the mother ship is home

Lost humanity, my habitat is a crumbling home

Talking to the mirror, bullying my reflection tone

Running with my shadow, nigga, it's time pass along

Do gooders with bad deeds, pass trash along

A soul can't carry the bags where universe is flown

Rap over the heartbeats, a slave

The settlement is 40 acres from ancestors that came

Fight night songs, have you live on stage

Counting averages, the states tie the minimum wage

Spaz culture, the baths soak, the skies raise

I'm playing the harp and weather the soundstage, nigga

I have been fired by Eric Bischoff

He's a pretty popular guy

He's pretty popular with my legal department as well

Bischoff, or should I say jerk-off

You can't take away my constitutional rights