CRK - Some Rugged Reflection lyrics

[Right channel] Toes up Yeah dude I'm trying to belt this verse ...Ten toes yo [Left channel] My man, it's good to see you, my cousin Grillin' and Chillin', know what I'm saying? Mesquite chips, charcoal orange This is how it's meant to be [DJ Surface] Let me take it back when I was little in the middle Mediator in centriptical pickles Till the rhymes and the syllables have me riddled In my backpack, holding my straps because my back's not all right I'm tight on the mic because I know the rules And break em like Jules, if you're wack, grab the centrifuge Do the noodle dance and eat some flapjacks Cut the crap jackoff, thought I couldn't spit? Earth to track, one day on wax, no more middlemen Fronting like I need you little Peter Pan, BLAM This is for the ones who understand Shouts to Most Chillin, the f**in' man with the plan He can't be here right now, but we'll still jam He's the one who taught me life is not a lottery, man And Andy Kaufmann gets respect, he was a quality man It takes courage to discourage where you flourish in this land [DJ Surface interlude] I'm just saying.. Just spent the night, flash grilling Chilling as always, man Victory lap down to Madison's pad, you know Don't know any way else to do it, man Just f**in' mumbling like a broken homeless bum right now Pungent a** homeless bum smell like sh** right? Grand Imperial Griller with DJ Surface and Most Chillin Know what it issssssss [Most Chillin] I be on the snail, the Municipal Rails, stop requested bells People loud as hell and the homeless hella smell Pungent, I be carrying febreeze with me, cousin Yo motherf**ers think they thugging You aren't G, you're played, you're fronting And no, I ain't intimidated, I'll leave your teeth on the pavement My roster's like flying saucers UFOs I suppose imposters, best realize, conceptualize Beneath the glow of the moonlight In the darkness a child wakes A stoner makes steak and eggs In the darkness, a city landscape Seems like a concrete cave Busy streets, congested freeways Recession, homeless in doorways need more than change Tiers of wealth and rates of pay Cost of living, why most move away Taxis scooping drunks away In the darkness, the notepad and canvas And this pen's the cure for my Madness...