Shag - Pieces Of A Man lyrics

[Intro: Co$$] Yo... pieces of a man Days turn to evenings, minds steady scheming Subconscious dreaming about the reasons that I am [Verse 1: Co$$] Yo... check it My broken rifle shoot slugs from the phrases That leaks from my mental, the sweat from my pencil leaves Blood on the pages, stages of progression leads to phases of my life line Life can leave you blinded like three lasers in your eye sight Dangers in my eye sight, razor for my lips Your style is played out, pager on your hips Rangers on my lips, Cajan was my word Nerd from the ghetto, gangsta from the 'burbs Walking with the bird while flying with the human These n***as Stacey Dash half clueless, half Uncle Tom Middle finger to Uncle Sam, co*ky a** humble one When it come to breaking with the slanging, I'm number one Fall here, Summer done, some'll fight, some'll run Some jets seen some (?), my thoughts do a somersault In my brain, Am I mad? Am I sane? Am I losing grip on time? Is the truth I kick alive Pieces of a man, scattered ruins, tainted season of a man My fingers paint masterpieces 'til seizure in my hand Rock a caesar on my head, cause even when I doze of From wake I never doze off, I'm sleeping when I'm dead [Hook: Co$$] Pieces of a man, days turn to evenings, minds steady scheming Subconscious dreaming about the reasons that I am A grief in the greed in the seeds that I plant Fees that I praise Pieces of man in a castle made a sand Scattered across the map, spread across the land Shooting for the stars, hope the gun don't... Jam... damn [Verse 2: Co$$] Check it My vehicle be swerving through them urban streets Observing what I'm seeing adolescence on a murder spree Obsession for possession, like possession by a demon Black heart and purple smoking with his pupil color burgundy Chiefin', no visine, advise you to wear rubber when driving Keep your high beams, and eyes on the unseen The uncouth, guys that despise when your tongue gleams Shine so them s**ers throw, dirt like the unclean My lungs breathe weed out, we out for bloods Screaming God bless, we dreadlocks is Lochness, Monster Your M-C is empty, you ain't trip, imposter You ain't real, I aim co*k to bang k**, like Poppa Kicking your door, waving the fo-fo Blazing the do-do, with notes and a no-no For n***as who don't know, I'd devise the plan divine Design for the present time in a shine, like the Globe [Hook] x2