everything s connected like it s not i m travelin through time and give it all i got stuck in my ways another cigarette another shot and it pays another fuckin beat that makes you think that i m craze i need another reason just to keep it ablaze the season is hot and i keep trudging the maze when i m on the move i keep it fixed in my gaze i bring it up like cinematic dreams automatic snow dressed in hand me downs living out of control rockin shows from echo park to berlin static flows lighting the spark from within cinematic schemes automatic hold taking everything and it s out of control put on the table hit it with a rock slap on another label this is what i got i ve been lookin out the door i see you coming back for more and more and more and you catch me acting up again i ll be puttin all the felings in my backpack taking all the reasons off the wall and if you knew it than i know that you ll be coming back so what the hell you lookin at i ll take it all i ll be puttin all the feelings in my backpack taking all the reasons off the wall and if you knew it than i know that you ll be coming back so what the hell you lookin at i ll take it all everything s connected like the dots tryin to keep me calm unarrested from the cops tryin to look beyond my perception of the top the yachts and these broads as their chests come out their top and she bad to the bone we bone right when she moan it s on rather be known than gone shifty capone i m home searchin on line to the front yo i ain t never met a line i ain t cut though hard to lead the blind when you can t see a thing everybody thinks you fly and they just can t see the string see the thing is how would i hop that wall woulda dropped that ball woulda stopped that car woulda took that gun put it in my mouth if it got that far i ll take it all all they try to lay me down look inside my my mind and you can find where crazytowns at takin that for the pain another tat on the vein i got assassins for friends and they say that i m insane i ve been lookin out the door i see you coming back for more and more and more and you catch me acting up again i ll be puttin all the feelings in my backpack taking all the reasons off the wall and if you knew it than i know that you ll be coming back so what the hell you lookin at i ll take it all i ll be puttin all the feelings in my backpack taking all the reasons off the wall and if you knew it than i know that you ll be coming back so what the hell you lookin at i ll take it all i never liked school so i never packed my textbooks but in my backpack packed a tool couple of cassette tapes walkman too fridgerator perry heavy and my uzi weighs a ton grew up 80 s baby la shady fools shoot you for fun run like dmc but don t walk this way you might get hit with a k kiddies double dutch get hit with strays in a maze in in a daze don t recall happy days broken home broke alone just my momma daddy gone fuck what ya think you know this ain t the typical story ya think ya know don t make it less difficult innocence in any sense gets burned up like some incense in an instant your shit was fucked up since an infant what are you supposed to do when hatred takes over you mad at the fuckin world feelin real postal too had all this hatred and this pain inside coulda went colombine but had a column full of rhymes and i m puttin all the feelings in my backpack taking all the reasons off the wall and if you knew it than i know that you ll be coming back so what the hell you lookin at i ll take it all