break Threads, just hanging threads, weaving a web that we can hardly see But Oh, we feel the strings, pulling on you, pulling on me Strings, invisible strings
(feat. Dr Zavich) [Intro:] Niggas can't fuck with me men Niggas crazy dawwg I run this underground rap shit And the mainstream nigga I'ma do like boo
target hooked up with black market now peep this shit gets deeper and deeper, the doomstown grim reaper and P-I-T platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch
You've been stranglin' me, danglin' me, playing me on your string Pulling me close, spinnin' me loose, I've been blind to what's happening But now I see
tomatoes And the noodles and the marrowbone But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone Hanging from a string
I write preplanning for the Planet Drawin' mechanics, suspended in space as holographic The Quarantine Isolation Unit is where I house it My team and I salvage the work of Dr
: (feat. Dr Zavich) [Intro:] Niggas can't fuck with me men Niggas crazy dawwg I run this underground rap shit And the mainstream nigga I'ma do like
