Crooked Man ft. Jethro Lyrics

Looking through the world like a hologram

I smile through the pain but its not so bad

Some might say that I'm crooked, yeah

I'm a crooked man

I'm ripping all these rhymes like I was sniffin' some lines

You got a mission in your mind that's really different than mine

Cause I'm a different kind, not trying to win

I'm living my story dirty, that's a life of sin

When the lights get dim, I sing it til the end

No, it really ain't over til the fat lady sings

With the vibe I bring, nobody could match

I treat this music like a fling except I'm way too attached

Got a brand new batch of crooked ass songs

Like AC/DC, they'll say he shook my ass all night long

And by the time I'm gone, before you could blink

Nick T. and Jethro, what the fuck did you think?

Now if you're feeling way too up and you wanna make yourself sober 

Just box them drugs, send em to my door, voila, your problems are over 

And no I'm not gonna take 'em myself, do you see me as a fool or a chauffeur?

No i'ma push 'em all day, push 'em myself with my crooked legs I'll get over 

Feeling way too up and you wanna make yourself sober 

Just box them drugs, send em to my door, voila, your problems are over 

And no I'm not gonna take 'em myself, do you see me as a fool or a chauffeur?

No i'ma push 'em all day, push 'em myself with my crooked legs I'll get over

Uh, Jethro

There's a crooked man on the beat

He's walking crazy, but he's neat 

Zig zags to his feet, but he never quite learned retreat 

He only seeks red meat 

Ready and willing to deplete 

Your life force if you meet

The standard criteria, even low could be a treat

But he keep the shit discreet, D.L. like Hughley 

Yes, pray tell of the unruly 

How they're made for hell, all the doomed free 

Yes, please, humor me 

Everybody freeze past numero three 

Cause we ain't moving til he enlightens me 

Or he tells me something new that I didn't see 

Now he's shaking, nervous like a frightened knee, uh 

And I'm Dolemite 

Crook limp in the city 

I'm the boss pimp, no pity 

I'm the general with a pressed suit 

And a sure promise to be witty 

But don't take it personal 

All business, but it's terminal 

All fire in the booth 

But y'know 

You can't handle the truth

Looking through the world like a hologram

I smile through the pain but its not so bad

Some might say that I'm crooked, yeah

I'm a crooked man