Smithereens (Stop Cryin)

[Intro]

Bring me the dramatic intro, machine

[Chorus]

Fell asleep late, neon buzz

PTS stress, we do drugs

City air strange, sticky lungs

Mayor Doomburg gives no funds

And I'm cryin' (Cryin')

Cryin' (Cryin')

Call out with a fiendish ring

Broken into smithereens

Everything's exactly how it seems

And it would seem that I am cryin' (Cryin')

Cryin' (Cryin')

[Verse 1]

In a world of super duper whores, the kids just want a little more

Little tyke goes through the bloody mind sex with a veteran's decor

And I'm cryin'

Cryin'

So when I step in the stop frame, I became pure BK

'Cause I grew up on the krazy kings and inhaled second hand spray

And I'm cryin'

Cryin'

Where the walls talk your defiances and alliances were made

With a fugitive dash after class, to harass the gods of fame

And I'm cryin' (Cryin')

Cryin' (Cryin')

And the goons that I collude with on this rude shit same way

And will break a crab down in public, just to manipulate their pain

And I'm cryin' (Cryin')

Cryin' (Cryin')

Why should I be sober, when god is so clearly dusted out his mind?

With cherubs puffing a bundle, tryna remember why he even tried

Down here it's 30% every year to fund the world's end

But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave tryna cop the bootleg instead

Pure savage established hard rock talk circa '93 proof

Walked the high road to infinity with similarly truant moves

When a wandering ration line derails, I steal food

Maybe tread where the sidewalk hawks look alive and hide tools

On a bed that someone else made

Tryna wait for the next boot

And it drops when you took prime-time hellemundo off mute

Old folks say "time to build"

But demolition pays more loot

Rip patch from your hazmat suit

Slip past with an odd bop (woop!)

El-Producto, sorta strange

They say he stares at you, long range

Perhaps he's looking past us all with his thousand yard gaze

[Bridge]

And I'm cryin'

Cryin'

[Verse 2]

And he sees how MC's became contorted with their own lies

And went from battle rap to gun talk

Like we ain't notice the change (Yeah, right)

(Please)

It's the city I broke down in

The velour couture township

Where they lost the rock box batteries and forgot how shit was founded

And I'm cryin' (Cryin')

Cryin' (Cryin')

Critics all see me twisted

They don't get my whole existence

An actual b-boy brainiac who'll slap you out your mittens

And I'm cryin' (Cryin')

Now, I feel that motherfuckers owe me dap for contributing actual raps

That's not a construct from the radio, on that plasticince path

I'll be your homie, bust through the door, we're lonely

All cast aside and homely

Probably why people call me the vigilante words

It cert' hurt and it don't be

And the last of all I have is yours, surrender nice and calmly

As a tot, played on a block of bricks and double-dutched with the zombies

I'll rip your squad to nothing but a cock ring a pair of puerto-rock dunks

I built the bag that cats will drown in when the water's colored rust

And the last thought that I had in the back of the little bus

Was of a Oklahoma city flair through kiddy flesh fade to dust

Move me with, little soldier bitty

We'll cloak and dagger the city

We'll hope to stagger magnificence to the pattern of blasphemy's quitting

And I keep my meaning tucked deep, so y'all creepers give me some privacy

Don't ask for something literal from a child of secret society

There's a position to be filled, you fuckin' assholes

Keep your eye on me

But save your precious advice

'Cause in my life everyone's lied to me

And I'm cryin'

[Outro]

Fell asleep late, neon buzz

PTS stress, we do drugs

City air strange, sticky lungs

Mayor Doomburg gives no funds

And I'm cryin'

Call out with a fiendish ring

Broken into smithereens

Everything's exactly how it seems

And it would seem that I am cryin'