Nick Terror - Crooked Man (feat. Jethro)

Looking through the world like a hologram
I smile through the pain but its not so bad
Some might say that I'm crooked, yeah
I'm a crooked man
I'm ripping all these rhymes like I was sniffin' some lines
You got a mission in your mind that's really different than mine
Cause I'm a different kind, not trying to win
I'm living my story dirty, that's a life of sin
When the lights get dim, I sing it til the end
No, it really ain't over til the fat lady sings
With the vibe I bring, nobody could match
I treat this music like a fling except I'm way too attached
Got a brand new batch of crooked ass songs
Like AC/DC, they'll say he shook my ass all night long
And by the time I'm gone, before you could blink
Nick T. and Jethro, what the fuck did you think?
Now if you're feeling way too up and you wanna make yourself sober 
Just box them drugs, send em to my door, voila, your problems are over 
And no I'm not gonna take 'em myself, do you see me as a fool or a chauffeur?
No i'ma push 'em all day, push 'em myself with my crooked legs I'll get over 
Feeling way too up and you wanna make yourself sober 
Just box them drugs, send em to my door, voila, your problems are over 
And no I'm not gonna take 'em myself, do you see me as a fool or a chauffeur?
No i'ma push 'em all day, push 'em myself with my crooked legs I'll get over
Uh, Jethro
There's a crooked man on the beat
He's walking crazy, but he's neat 
Zig zags to his feet, but he never quite learned retreat 
He only seeks red meat 
Ready and willing to deplete 
Your life force if you meet
The standard criteria, even low could be a treat
But he keep the shit discreet, D.L. like Hughley 
Yes, pray tell of the unruly 
How they're made for hell, all the doomed free 
Yes, please, humor me 
Everybody freeze past numero three 
Cause we ain't moving til he enlightens me 
Or he tells me something new that I didn't see 
Now he's shaking, nervous like a frightened knee, uh 
And I'm Dolemite 
Crook limp in the city 
I'm the boss pimp, no pity 
I'm the general with a pressed suit 
And a sure promise to be witty 
But don't take it personal 
All business, but it's terminal 
All fire in the booth 
But y'know 
You can't handle the truth
Looking through the world like a hologram
I smile through the pain but its not so bad
Some might say that I'm crooked, yeah
I'm a crooked man

Written by:
Nicholas Tara, Zachariah Guilbert

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