Opinions May Vary (feat. Gangrene)

"Opinions May Vary"
 (feat. Gangrene)
 Ayo, pardon my French, fuck anybody not fucking with this (Fuck!)
 Start up the disc, suicide, cut up your wrist
 Like a cheap watch, your weed spot something like this
 Local dime bags from some dirty nickel dime slicks
 Dice swith shady hands, why gamble that risk?
 Dealing feces go, go examine that shit
 Like man, you are sick
 But you are not as sick as the niche
 Of these niggas not even quarters but dying to get rich
 Will lie to their click, cheat, steal to survive in this bitch
 Then fight with their chick, same time deny he a snitch
 The lie on his dick, but ain't nobody buying that shit
 They just waiting to find him driving when they ride in they whip
 Clyde with the dip, them ballers gonna fly when they hit
 Defy gravity, super conductor from the slip (Ghetto)
 They all mad at me, ain't nothing y'all do from the rip (Come on!)
 It's all strategy, you need a vacation then trip (Gangrene!)
 Fuck y'all doing? It's only right that I address this
 Why ask what? Why ask what?
 Existentialist in my temple, I sthe world with Etch-a-Sketch force, then sketched a masterpiece with a
 pencil
 That's how lead fires, ink that black, crispy outlines, UFO, ancient aliens, is how their head flies
 With my red eyes, heavy squinting just to let light in
 Learn the handshake, step right in
 ATF, DEA wanna check my pen
 It can stick a fiend's heart and jumpstart adrenaline
 At minimum it's a spark, backyard like a national park
 Animal sightings, heavy lighting but the flashes are dark
 Everyone's an expert until the classes start
 Ask them who the best is then watch the clashes start
 I'll smack animated stars out your head
 With the Chaka Zulu, Sun Tzu strategy one two
 Boom bip, rescue the princess and jump the broomstick
 Lunatic, on that dark side of the moon shit
 Spray words and let the krylon drip
 Crowd surfing, bitches tugging on my jersey made the nylon rip
 Dance over rhythms like a fly on shit
 Keep the yarmulke diagonal
 Play the avenue, real verse like a 48 bar
 A capella feature from Maganoo
 With Timbo on a bow flex
 The spliff that I finesse resemble Kotex
 Hold down the west Ferraris jet
 My vision is slightly tinted due to the lens on the Cartie specs
 ODB face, elephant briefcase
 Sweepstakes, I'm on the grill like Geno with the cheesesteaks
 Stay with a pigeon like reed space, cooking the freebase
 Hard to get it off my clothes, take my jacket to the laundromat
 It still leaves a discrete trace, Camaro got metallic windows, leather finish without a pimple
 Bitches swanging off the phallic symbol, lick off a shot through the roof
 Blow out his shingle, peel off bumping "Latin Lingo"
 Are you number one? Depends who you asking
 Who, who, who? That's for owls in the Aspens
 Why do rappers rap in past tense? It's veteran
 They think De La Soul and David Letterman
 That wasn't fact checked but I go off
 Got a fat check, where's deep end? And dove off
 Weekends were... down by the beaches blurred
 They come and go, but you could never put a leash on a bird
 You never know if you never go out of the zone where you comfortable
 Where you come from?
 I sing the role of the unsung out the dungeons of rap
 Where cats don't make it back and run from
 I got a gun and arose to the world
 I come undone, shooting all under the sun
 I'm gassing, stingers, bulletproof wallets
 Money on top of my heart if they want it