Strange Brew - Marco Polo, Gangrene

Ayo we back from the dungeon for rap rugby, the stats runners

Sack them, bring them back to the lab, go ahead and trap something

Welcome to the great labyrinth, come inside

Find yourself lost in the world tryna survive

The trap that we provided, provided you niggas ride, I’m just sayin'

Most of you niggas is steady, ready to die and we ridin'

Till the wheels break off, think you can fly then fall

Into a maze, amazement out of the sky, then collide

Into the road, so your vision is that of a kaleidoscope

Broke like a fly on the wall you amongst the webs

Stuck on the paper, or is it that the paper is stuck on my head

I got money on my mind while I’m baking the bread

You can smell the aroma, enough to wake ‘em up and put ‘em in a coma

Clone their chromosomes, throw ‘em over

Use their DNA for dumbin' soldiers, I told ya

Don’t rack and jack like Motorolas with a shoulder strap

Who want it, what?—serving it raw from off the cul-de-sac

Scrape the plate until it’s clean, top to bottom rap the

Capture the image, rubberband-wrap the spinach

Pull your wig off, push the minivan back to Venice

Body snatcher, rest the cardiac the body after

Spill liquor on a bitch, Bacardi splasher

Indian chief with the head wrap

Get blessed and poke your head in my session and get your neck snapped

Foreign headed rappers in my class got jetlag

Call the track, drag a human-skin jacket across the tarmac

You pussy in panties, put on your bra strap

like super lovers, sea captain overboard

Bathed in mud and spit blood, I’m a dumb fuck

Stupid and ratchet up in the junk truck

Slippin' the Winston, get pumped up