Somewhere in the world its 3 oclock
Time to get out of school and think
Somewhere in the world its 5pm
And quittin time means its time to drink
Somewhere in the world its 8 oclock
Lets get fly, man, and go to the gig
But somewhere in the world its midnight
And the guerrillas just shot two pigs
Somebody needs to bottle
This adrenaline
Throw death the middle fin
Stompin through your suburbs
Like coke, meth, and riddling
Streetlights and little sins
We fight for little yen
Despite the bitter end
And ignite carcinogens
This heres a little shot of
Cant-Be-Stopped
A lot o fck-You-Pay-Me
A little fck-The-Cops
Cuz them parasitesll suck your wop
And bankrupt your flock
And in the gallows of San Quentin
The officials were smitten
By the smooth, suave way
Which my initials were written
So they paid no attention
That the scribbled transmission
Read Imma get outta here,
Pray I dont get ammunition
Somewhere in the world its 3 oclock
Time to get out of school and think
Somewhere in the world its 5pm
And quittin time means its time to drink
Somewhere in the world its 8 oclock
Lets get fly, man, and go to the gig
But somewhere in the world its midnight
And the guerrillas just shot two pigs
Sometime the night falls just so
You cant see the scars
Discourse between the stars
Is dialogue of stolen DVD players and VCRs
I know a corner- if you say cocaine
They claim that you takin the lords name
In vein
I cam to spit flames
Until this shit change
Until we switch games
The streets drown in pain
Now
Yall might just drink and fck to this
Lets knuckle up and deconstruct the shit
Imma show you what they dysfunction is
They need some nickel-plated acupuncturists
Vile and vulturous
Lets get tumultuous
And bring a multitude
To where their luncheon is
Somewhere in the world its 3 oclock
Time to get out of school and think
Somewhere in the world its 5pm
And quittin time means its time to drink
Somewhere in the world its 8 oclock
Lets get fly, man, and go to the gig
But somewhere in the world its midnight
And the guerrillas just shot two pigs