Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend You get a feeling, that's what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state your in We get a thrill from clapping

I wanna swim in the wattershed I wanna listen to the flowerhead I lost a gallon and still I bled I keep on thinking I get ahead Pissed at all the disc jam Pissed about the 5-ham Pissed about the green state I miss it and I can't wait I stick it to the

Niggas are in a state of emergency The death side, mirror damage of where we are today The life side a vision of where we need to go So sign your death certificate Fuck all, y'all Lisa got him Alright, on three, one, two, three Come on brothers we gotta

You wan'da step into my world It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss You've been delayed in the real world How many times have you hit and missed? Your cat-scan shows disfiguration I want to laugh myself to death With a misfired synapse With a bent

Warm my heart to remind And hold my head up high And help me to survive Take me for a ride Break me up and steal what's left inside And make them pray The iniquity has died inside and left a scar I'm all red and done Bring me peace and wash away my dirt

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

I went down to the station I leaned against the door She rides on eastern You on the train You know I know the Empire State Any time I hear her blow Then I ask the depot agent Let me ride, let me ride the blind Oh depot agent

Hey hey hey hey hey Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Vendetta, sweet vendetta This Beretta of the night This fire and the desire Shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace

I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up Ain't got no tears left to cry So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (oh yeah) Right now, I'm in a state of mind Yeah, we turnin' it up Comin' out, even when it's rainin' down Oh, I just want you to come with me

I'm not out of place, I'm from outer space Give me everything, take it all away Lock me up and then throw away the key Kick me down and then talk about my state Kick me out the house? Should kick your ass out the house Call me a piece of shit? You’re a