"Play it again Sam,"
Yeaahooh.
"…for old time's sake."
"I don't know what you mean, Miss Elson."
Yup. Schaps in the house.
"Play it Sam. Play…as time goes by."

Yo.

I got songs about bitches / Songs about blunts
I got songs about these snitches who front
I got songs for days and all these fags who hate
Now tell me how many stitches you want you fuckin' punk

It's hard to shake these old people and habits
But Schaps still here just straight servin' these crackas
And I live the life that gets portrayed by these actors
You never catch my ass giving props to these bastards

And I never pass the splif / So never let me catch you
standing round with your hands out asking for hits
I'm on some last minute shit / Like I'm lazy by nature
Exhibitionist who gets addicted to paper

Rather sooner than later we got majors givin' props
Mobbin out with Prophet / Like fuck the cops
To chalk it up is a loss / The cost is too great
Don't take a genius to tell me that you fake

"It's been a long time."
"Yes ma'am. A lotta water under the bridge."
"Some of the old songs, Sam."
"Yes ma'am."

Hey yo.

I got songs about my life got songs about my family
Songs about a constant fight with the insanity
Songs about my therapist and when he examined me
Said I got a real bad case of anxiety

Bottle me / Try to be / Try to leave me quietly
Confession of faith this is an animal inside of me
Walkin' through the badlands / Fighting psycho urges
Writing 'bout my curses / Reciting bible verses

Thinkin bout the good times CD and a boombox
You don't wana say that / Razors in my tube socks
Hidin' from the moonlight / Swear it on my long hair
Knockin' out collabos / It's goin' be a strong year

Tight and write and licence all the samples in the mix
Naah, just playin, jack em' and I spit
If he actin' like a bitch I'm'a smack 'em like a pimp
Prophet till infinity you rappin' with the clique
Big Switch

"Sam, I thought I told you never to play again."