From the high hats To the bass drop Off the Pyrex Melt your face off Winner take all Anarchy I break hearts while I break laws they philosophy Must be stuck in minapause 4 wheelin down the autobahn kickin it Juan Claud Van damn I’m cold when I plug walk my word so solid I can dance across the quick sand they can’t even stand on one promise I’m guided by my conscience what was once common automatic habits shift gears into the rats, they got amnesia they forget about the past, Mack in the Jordan back pack ready to be laughed at, can’t sleep even when I’m laid back, me and dude use to be cool I knew dude way back when But now they all wack And faker then Reverse spin on the racetrack can’t trace pback since back then my patience thin calm cool and gone in the wind blown out I’m a dog homeward bound south paw I call an audible my dna so solid hate never penetrate time to part ways I monopolized that park place now my heart race ten flips with no trace say cheese secrets ozen the rat takes the bait spills toxic waste what a waste they say ever since I been a teenage been buried by another’s fate it’s hard to forgive after being betrayed before we was straight one two face to catch a case karma has her ways I just can’t see how you lay with your conscious