The Red Light

The fuckin' Trump
Yeah cut it up, cut it up
This ain't no, this ain't no bright lights and big city
It's dark alleys, red lights and no pity

I got it, locked, stocked, and two smokin' bongs
Got trees soaked and drawn, the mute grow dissolve drawn
Independent like Ralph Nader
When I hate y'all like Dallas Cowboy tailgaters

I used to cut up my arms
Now 12 arms cut up my vinyl pawns
Fuck fawn, I get embalmed on the john
Then step onstage for encore
Stab the promoter with the pen from his Palm 4

East demenic, head dented, so devious
The most mischievous, check out the sleaziest
Deep in the dead of night, Peddlers getcha head right
This here be a soundtrack for the Red Light

Lick the side of my mouth out, see the words, gouged out
Letterin', hangin' from the jaws, down stout
A verse in blood, that only hybrids see
And the non-creatives test my words fro HIV

[Chorus: x2]
This here ain't no bright lights and big city
It's dark allies, red lights with no pity
For all-a y'all raw dawgs that get gritty
Stack ones, carry guns, and live shitty

You get the tip while I piss on the bar check
Give a bitch some head that I pulled out of a car wreck
Am I angelic or just slightly off track
My bones shift when my ripped off wings flap

Now it's a damn shame
Don't even fuck with that bull that got Time Corp
coursin' through his veins
Eon's called fierce, 'cause he's all weird
Leave the fuckin' record all cut up like Paul Pierce

My pain pour, quicker than Paul
Painful bullet holes that contain splinters from the front door
You seen how I did ya dawgs
Sent 'em home, souls collected, impaled on telephone poles

They all be catchin' eights when I be slashin' fakes
Makin' fun of me? I'm still pullin' out on classmates
With laser-guided missiles that don't miss
Oh bitch, you don't want to test when I hold this

[Chorus: x2]

When the Earth is cast, it's fuckin' gun ashes
With different aspects of microphone spastics
Froze elastic, ass kissed the tragics
Swimmin' through ya petty bullshittin' life jackets

For the most glamorous eat this shit raw
E.C. put Cage down like a sick dog
Now kids fiend for my solo LP
Like crack addicted Co-Flow fans, you just flee

Slayin' drones, beat 'em up with sticks and stones
Stick with man-to-man, don't fuck around with zones
If I'm home or on neutral turf, when I blurt
You will hurt, this mics spurts when I smell dirt

I got a bullet with a name on it, dick got a blade on it
Lung got a stain on it, bottom-feeder get AIDS on it
I drop shit for the crowds to figure out
You touch the mic the crowd'll breath and pour they liquor out

[Chorus: x2]

The Starbuck, the word king
Alchemist, smut peddlers, ah-ha
My world is blue, Eastern Conference