Mic Checka Checker, Never Hack A
Story-observin'-time This Time I Ain't The Wrecker
Of Brainpan, Veins And There's A Gameplan
Grind Teeth, In A Small Timespan
Population, Real Frustration - Ready To Bug
No Formation, It's Really Hard Against Streettugs
So The Blocks Shock With Rock, Different From A Jvc Box
Another Sick Dance Over Some Designer Drug
Boys To Men In Caps Baggies Hoodies
Eyes Of Destruction, Now Could You Look Moody ?
Day And Nighttime, They Prowl Like A Nightowl
Dispatchin' More Tactics Than My Man Colin Powell
They Dodge, Hush, Rush Without A Blush
Cat And Mouse With Five-o That Holds A Grudge
And It's Like That

On The Candystrip
Candy's Gold Out Of Hands
Gotta Note Thank You Man
On The Candystrip
People Stroll In A Trance
Understand With One Glance
On The Candystrip
Instant Build-up Ain't Clean
Not Far From A Dream
On The Candystrip

Man, Man, Man, Man
I Must Say I'm Touched
When You Dilyy-dally 'round The Methadon Bus
The Soul With The Same Hole As Their Pockets
Here's The Supply Guy, Don't Need No Ducats
And Off To The Famous Spot
Be A Leech For The Twat Ownes A Lot
Had A Blast - That Can No Longer Last
Build Up Fast In The Moments Of Rash
Had A Bash For The Cash 'n Purse That You Snatched
Take Cardboard Tatch, Build A Home To Rest
Shame In A Game When The Eye's Upon You
A Tramp In The Land, But The World Went Wrong Too
Turned Psycho-paranoid, It's The World You Dodge
Starin' At The Bloodcrust, Your Monster Of Lust