Distortion - Rev Run

I got a rhyme for the users, those they call losers

Those that got bruises, those they call useless

Blown they last fuses, fooled but not foolish!

I got a rhyme for the homeless, homes that’s cold hopeless

Stoned and still dopeless, broke like the brokest

High and still potent, feel like the dopest

Straight from the dirt and hurt but still focused

Oopsy-daisy, they call him lazy

Amazin crazy, slave wages pays thee

Often tossed in, coughed off exhaustion

Now here comes distortion!

Now here comes distortion

Girls gone wildin, and profilin

14 but seen on the Island

Out for her mans and, they got plans in

Three years left with plans for a mansion

Credit card criminal, he got a minimum

But when he’s out he’s paid like nine, ten of 'em

She got a kid now, he wants abortion

Now here comes distortion!

Distortion!