Somewhere In The World It's Midnight

Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock
 Time to get out of school and think
 Somewhere in the world it's 5pm
 And quittin time means it's time to drink
 Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock
 Let's get fly, man, and go to gig
 But somewhere in the world it's midnight
 And the guerillas just shot two pigs
 Somebody needs to battle this adrenaline
 Throw death the middle fin
 Stompin' through your suburbs
 Like coke, meth, and Ritalin
 Streetlights and little sins
 We fight for the little yen
 Despite the bitter end
 And ignite carcinogens
 This here's a little shot of
 Can't-Be-Stopped
 A lot o' Fuck-You-Pay-Me
 A little Fuck-The-Cops
 'Cause them parasites'll suck your wop
 And bankrupt your flock
 Chuck you overseas to buck the glock
 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, "Im'ma get outta here,
 Pray I don't get ammunition."
 Come on, somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock
 Time to get out of school and think
 Somewhere in the world it's 5pm
 And quittin time means it's time to drink
 Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock
 Let's get fly, man, and go to gig
 But somewhere in the world it's midnight
 And the guerillas just shot two pigs
 Come on and come on with me
 Sometimes the night falls just so
 You can't 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 lord's name in vain
 I came to spit flames
 Until this shit change
 Until we switch games
 The streets drown in pain, now
 Y'all might just drink and fuck to this
 Let's knuckle up and deconstruct the shit
 Im'ma show you what they dysfunction is
 They need some nickel-plated acupuncturists
 Vile and vulturous
 Let's get tumultuous
 And bring a multitude
 To where their luncheon is
 Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock
 Time to get out of school and think
 Somewhere in the world it's 5pm
 And quittin time means it's time to drink
 Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock
 Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig
 But somewhere in the world it's midnight
 And the guerillas just shot two pigs
 Come on now, come on with it