understand this I'm the man wit the plan I stand from Kansas And this weed enhances scandalous dances What is in my hands will take yo last glances
forget when we was broke About nine or ten lokes, with only one joint to smoke Man, I can count on both hands The different stands and planes Niggaz
call the fuckin bandit ...d.i.g. Leavin' muthafucka's where they standing, single handed Choppin one by fuckin' one and hit me on the cell When the fuckin' job is fuckin' done Man
and splits the morning air The single son she had last night is buried under her They say that the war is done Where are you now, my son? An old man
like you always said there was something about me you liked That I left behind in the French Quarter Strange how people who suffer together have stronger Connections than people
to happen The result of man's stupidity became real Death smell is everywhere In their nicely worked out war plan Through the sky come rockets down there people
in the depths of despair My lifeblood spills over... VII. Grand Finale Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets
behind backs and legs apart And tell us all a story Who me, sir? Yes, you, sir I was an innocent man till someone grassed me of a plan Of earning some
at em' like that man You know they can't understand that shit When you doin' about a buck fifty man But now put that shit goin' perspective for em' though Man
A wise man once said We exist in a bizarre combination of stone age emotions Medieval beliefs, God like technology many people can reach I can sit on
for a girl I can't stand, I never woulda back-talked, never raised a hand I would never want you to think, that this shit was planned, I woulda let you
senses? probably the day Bush comes to my defenses my spider senses telling me Spider-Man is nearby and my plan is to get him next and open up a whoop
me show ya, (aaaa) Come across dope like planes and boats, Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican's throat, You ever seen a man get smoked and
care but if you get too close I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing
m gon' clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It ain't considered
wisdom efficiantly spreads Sing a song that officially deadens the mission They cling on the friction I stand stiff in this position Plans shift Cause to me your man
hot light now It's whatever man think of manifest to the real The plan is to wake up 'cause time reveals All this hate can't forever last All my ghetto
their soul To the price of the dice that roll How can a light so bright make a man so cold? So another man's plans unfold Can you really see the truth