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blue the color of the sky
the color your face when your brother finds your mother high with that other guy
its me -- the drug pusher, the wife layer
blue the color of ink im writing then sayin
blue like the ocean down on cocoa beach
talk back get stomped jack, no more teeth
green the shade of envy
that dame better let me, i aint playing and shes sexy
green like alligators made into shoes
jealous motherfuckers, haters hate what i do
finding green reminds me of weed and money
yall live for bitches and blunts, only one i need dummy
so many colors the shits like slow motion
chopped and screwed, get brusied, cruise and coastin
i cant explain a color to a blind man
i cant explain teh puzzles of the mind man
pull the blinds fast cause somethin might happen or go down
adjust your eyes if you can, get ready to throw down
stop the love and drop the gloves go toe to toe for a round
killin over colors i bet your dad is so proud
red, the color of blood stain
the color jesus bled, flood with pain
your the one that prays, im teh man that dont
and youll jump when i say or get a shank in the throat
i sank your boat, destoryed your battleship
my strategy is tele-pathy, i mastered it
citrus fruits carry the pigment orange
outside the summer im missin florida
the way the sun looks in a childs drawing
a prolific output filed under 'scrawling'
limes lemons bananas and oranges you claim
to be sick but ive got more horror on the brain
so many colors the beat slows way down
ill huff and ill puff and ill blow away the town
i cant explain a color to a blind man
i cant explain teh puzzles of the mind man
pull the blinds fast cause somethin bads happen or go down
adjust your eyes if you can, get ready to throw down
stop the love and drop the gloves go toe to toe for a round
killin over colors i bet your dad is so proud
cant hardly wear a rag in this town, with the gangs around
graffiti everywhere and tags with crowns
brown the color your cock after you press anal sex
but some gangs still rock it so i suggest you respect it
african flesh and leather and most peeps hair
at the breakfast table its the toast you eat there
the official color of the united parcel service
and my package still aint arrived those liars hardly workin
pink the color associalted wth homos
both discriminated so hated but i flow more
pink the color of trendy gear
ill take the prada, you keep the fendi gear
when you hear me, you should give three cheers
and give this jolly good fellow six free beers
so many colors the shits like slow motion
chopped and screwed, drink brews, cruise and coastin

they say i got a million connecttions in my brain
the same brain thats connected to my frame
one part starts my arm to lift food to my mouth
one nerve serves to burn this dude in his house
when i smoke like a rasta thats the synappses collapsin
the taste center is clever, and knows the fanta is pinapple
one part knows the beauty in my girls eyes
another part smelled the shit when she was burned alive
five senses, conrolled by teh cerebral cortex
the feeling when its cold and you need goretex
if not for your brain, youd have lost hte fight
when they lift your head, stiff and dead, froze from frostbite
but you got to be careful, protect it or act a fool and get hurt
and become slobbering idiot who drools on his shirt
the brain is amazing, what an anamoly
it can be quicly rendered useless with frontal lobotomy
its more complex then the best, top computers
but they say the use of drugs will rob it like looters
but its your dome, do what you like with it
mine only knows to grab mics and RIP IT!

my clique small -- but believe im sick yall
more gully then the bully played by nick stahl
its ok if your gay, often dykes call my telephone
got more angles then bike walls in a veledrome
thought process faster then a game of jai ali
fuck the groom, im getting brain from a tai bride
seven wonders of the world, that makes me the nineth
the seventh, hanging gardens, the eighth is your wife
shes not safe on your life, the shape of the knife
is propa for choppin unless you pay the price
today would be nice, tomorrow -- not as much
and involving the cops and stuff...definatly not a plus
yo -- i want a bus -- and a plane the fuck outta here!
and my fuse is short, dont make me buck a round in here!
but i got my manners too, i insist -- after you
i got a feeling this is the wrong way, a dog day afternoon

i lace beats to the run out groove
dont face me, just run out dude
youre a dumb mouth fool for spittin that nonsense
let me spit something your brain cant process
pass the alc, i got them deadly handshakes
pass it fast, ill offer a friendly handshake
the dork with pork...ham steaks, oven shake and bakes
rhymes more butter then a tub of land o lakes
your hearts comin apart, you just failed the health test
your breath dont smell well, i suggest you hail the help desk
this fist -- two months in the infirmary
the other -- dont ask, and dont say ya never heard me
the wonder of human birth, from the belly to SIDS
grow up to give HIV like telly from 'kids'
blow suck and lick rims like a real skanks supposed to
i like your bust but only trust as far as i can throw you
and that aint far, you get my drift?
i write all the rhymes thats fit to print
few are fit to be spit, but that never stopped me
ill keep fuckin with this mic until my pleasure rods floppy

i need some ventilation, cant hardly catch a breath
swating saltwater like oceans as i molest the decks
i like mics, you know in that special right wrong way
its gonna be a nice long day as i light bongs of hay
and i write songs that say the unspoken
then unbroken unscarred, raised in hoboken train cars
brought up around bums, then became one
trained by scum, no brains just lungs
feel free to review the stanza just above this
i care -- so ill stab ya 'just becasue', bitch

its a love hate thing, on the yin yang tip
you already know im from the chi, dont make me bring that gang shit
dont make me stick my hands in//your colon till its swollen
if you force me to, ill sport knee shoes and order more, 
my sweet tooth is out of control, i cant get enough sac-chrin
i got cancer then, but laughed at it
its a celebration! a party, my last blast
'peace be with you' -- a hearty hand clasp
i need to kiss you, but not on the mouth
on the elbow, or the red hole
between teh cheeks under the table and above the law
last time i got some good porn i straight up rubbed it raw!
it hurt like a bitch, till i applied calimine
take a ride to anaheim -- and done come back
take the horse that rode you, of course i told you!
dont shift the blame on me or ill straihgt up mow you
down, till youre around the mound of ants at my feet
then ill open the furnace door and feel the blast of the heat
dispose of the evindence and close the tenement
when i smelled that L, my nose knows its heaven sent 