Opinions May Vary feat. Gangrene - Dilated Peoples

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 shook with 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, the 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

They all mad at me, ain’t nothing y’all do from the rip

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 shook the 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 jump start 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 Shaka Zulu, Sun Tzu strategy one two

Boom bip, rescue the princess and jump the broomstick

Lunatic, on that dark side of the moon shit

Fuck y’all doing?

It’s only right that I address this

Why ask what?

Why ask what?

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 acapella 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»

Fuck y’all doing?

It’s only right that I address this

Why ask what?

Why ask what?

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