With the backlash blues Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you Just who do think I am You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to Vietnam You give me second class houses And second class schools Do you think that alla

She's got the touch I love so much, that's all I ever wanted (i'm surely god blessed) Under her spell she had me crushed I sworn I was anointed (*got caught* by her magic) She had me drooling for a while (with her sexual motion) Like taking candy from a

Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate 8X Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Meditate, levitate Greetings from the Golden State Mr. X, to the Z Concentrate, come walk with me Your shit sound so awkwardly I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats Real estate,

We don't talk anymore, like we used to do Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do Don't wanna know The way I did before I overdosed Should've known your love was a game Now I can't get you out of my brain Oh, it's such a shame We don't love anymore

Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of fuckin monkeys (Mr. Porter!) I been shot, I been stabbed I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have

Wave after wave Pulling against the stream I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning My face above the water My feet can't touch the ground Touch the ground, and it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon everytime