Side X

Lyrics for Side X

Hello You are one of a species called man I live in a land known as America In a city called New York Many find it hard to breathe here Breath is life, y'know? But also, truth is life And well, the inability to breathe is what this record is all about (I can't breathe! I can't breathe! I can't breathe!) This is the fourth day of the fifth week In the fifth month of the third year Of the seventh decade, in the second millennium After what has been reported by some As the death of a man Named Jesus But this is not Christ's fault I'm not the devil I'm man-made Living on this planet called Earth It's a rather small and very crowded planet if you're not a curse Perhaps even too crowded By so-called human beings They find it so very hard to live in peace But I think I've found a way Harmony does exist, y'know? There's just a small cost that I make some pay Well, I am sealing some of myself A little bit of Red Burns in what you may call an album Which itself has been sealed with bad luck Well, you know that sound, don't you? So you know what to do Go on, do it Go ahead and do it already I'm feelin' mellow I'm feelin' mellow I'm feelin' mellow I'm feelin' mellow Yeah I'm feelin' mellow Red Burns coming, baby Red Burns coming, baby Red Burns coming New shit! Standing on the Corner! Y'all niggas locked outside We live from Medina Fuck! Oh baby, oh lord I know you're feeling so bored (so bored) And I heard you agree Since you've given up on me And I won't make it a sound That you let the world Oh, shit! We should Can I do, just to stand? To maybe Oh honeybee (Good God almighty) Tired of that phony smile they do And I'm tired of feelin' myself grinnin' back too Duckin' 1-2, oooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh Turn that cocaine to a Benz, or shootin' 'em out the gym 'Cause I sold crack, and it go bang bang And shoot it out the window Let them shoot me down, I'll shoot it out the window Yeah, turn that cocaine to a Benz, or shootin' 'em at the gym 'Cause I sold soap, and they go bang bang And shoot it out the window You let them shoot me down, I'll shoot it out the window Baby, we make the same sound Just tryin' We back! We back! Gio, what time is it? Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time Pass time Yeah! There's them that remember their loved ones when they see a flower Some claim that comes down on 'em at that good rockin' hour Some say a rainshower brings it all back home That's the way it goes, I suppose Only that ain't the way it goes with me I remember Oh yes I remember Lord knows I remember Down on 'em, down on 'em, down on 'em Down on 'em, down on 'em, down on 'em Some claim it comes down on You know these young niggas run up old school With a gun and a mask And the cops don't stop 'cause they scared And the kids skin they knees And somebody daddy barbecuin' on the sidewalk In the summer, somebody gon' miss they daddy Somebody always gon' miss they daddy And it's still light out 8:30 and the clouds turn pink and orange Like a grapefruit, and red And red, and red like the invisible stop sign on the corner That niggas drive by And somebody mother crying for her baby Somebody got a new baby, sadly Or happily, you can never really tell God damn! Check, check, check La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la... la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-ah Que triste, es mi vida Cuando caminas las mismas islas Cuando tengo mi tiempo Y un casita por... No me mientes I feel happy Feel unhappy, unhappy This that Brown Marv Whoremonger Happy Red Burns comin'! Red Burns comin'! Red Burns, burnin' red like he hate the sun Because he can't stand in it Because it burns, it burns, it burns like hell Know what I'm sayin'? (Hell) Red Burns, Red Burns comin'! (Hell, hell, hell) Ooh, y'all not ready! Red Burns comin'! But ready or not, here he comes! And I'm tellin' y'all, I see him (I see him) And I can see everything, from the... (I see him, I see him) I see him, I see him, I see him, I see him I see him, I see him, I see him, I see him I see him, I see him, I see him, I see him I see him, I see him, I see him, I see him I see him, I see— —Him I see him, I see him, I see him, I see him I see him! Drive-by On, let's get it on Let's get it on Let's get it on Get it on Get it on Let's get it on, get it on, get it on, -it on, on Get it on Baby, wit yo' fine ass Get it on I remember me and you, baby All the things we used to do, baby Go from the back or from the front Your bond was my goal Let's get it on, let's get it on, get it on, I said Oh little momma, get it on for me Just get it on for me Just get it on for me Just get it on for me Just get it on for me I'll get it on for you Momma, get it on for me Just get it on for me Just get it on for me Just get it on for me Just get it on for me I give it all to you Ahh, ohh, ahh baby Ahh, ahh, yeah Just get it on Just get it on for me Just get it on for me Ahh, ohh And don't forget my new number Just don't forget my new number Let's get it on, let's get it on, get it on Let' s get it on, get it on, let's La la la la —Jersey, what it is, Brooklyn Now available The West Indian American Day Pa—pa—pa Welcome back boppers, hip-hoppers, crack-rockers Welcome back to A143, The Corner Brown Marv got it crackin' with Red Burns Reports indicated that Rojo slid over to Brown Marv's block today Askin' his whereabouts, whoabouts, whatabout This, that, and the third And Brown Marv allegedly caught wind And went to press Red Burns himself Eyewitnesses from The Corner stated that The two of them engaged in a brawl and chase situation The altercation extended to all four corners of the block Damaging property and obstructing traffic Police were called to try and defuse the situation But neither Red Burns nor Brown Marv could be stopped But that's just what I heard I don't know nobody, nowhere, no-how Don't come knockin' on my door Don't ask me no questions 'Cause all I'mma tell you is that's how life go Well Here we are on a city block Any block Perhaps it's your block In the city round my way Sometimes there's no play I don't even see a country tree I never even hear a bumblebee But one thing I can be sure, it's hearing Buss it Puff and roar like lions Playing in their den Bup bup bup bup Won't they ever stop? Grr Oh, when? When? When? Bumpity-bump! You don't want no smoke! Stay in the house! You don't know me Bet you'll never get to know me Niggas don't know me at all It's tricknology that makes the world spin 'round slowly Niggas don't know me at all You don't own me Lil monkey niggas turned gorillas I forgive you, I forgive you! Hustlin' just ain't you Aside from the fast cars Honeys that shake they ass in bars You know you wouldn't be involved With the underworld dealers Carriers of mac milly East coast bodiers, west coast cap peelers It's a shame when You never gave it All you had (Fuck) Never gave me an honest fair chance (God damn!) Set up against Like some canned pears Where to? Where you never gain Set up against Like some canned pears You never gave me an honest fair chance What good does that do? Yeah, it's heaven and then there's hell, niggas One day you're cruisin' in the 7 Then the next day you, your alibis ain't matchin' up Bullshit catchin' up Shit was all good just a week ago About to start snitchin', ain't you? Ready to start bitchin', ain't you? I forgive you, I forgive you! Hustlin' just ain't you Like some canned pears I love you What good does that do? I love you Maybe I do What good does that do? Nothing's changed, nothing's changed What good does that do? What good we are too I'd love to get it I love you But what good does that do? It's a shame that Love was wasted On you fool, and now (Fuck!) Spoiled and promised, that thing You never gave it All you had You never gave me an honest fair chance (Ha, ha!) Like some canned pears (Yeah!) Like some Like some Maybe we ain't just stars born (Money) I love New York, but why don't it love me back? Nigga With a stack New shit! New Standing on the Corner! New shit! New- shit- on the Corner! -Ing on the Corner! New- shit! New- s- New Standing on the- Lord have mercy How does one kill oneself without knowing it? Tricknology A human hunts for wolves by putting ice over a razor blade And the wolf licks the ice out of thirst But at the same time cuts its tongue until it bleeds to death -Gy A human puts a worm on a hook And then throws it in the river waiting for the fish to bite the bait Knowing that the hook will go through the fish's mouth Trick- A human get a block of cheese, put it on a mousetrap Waiting for the mouse to try to eat it Knowing that the trap will kill the mouse -Gy How humans use -gy against animals We make the wolf feel pleasure in its own death As far as the fish and the mouse go, we tricked them By showing them something they want Like cheese or a worm, just to kill them To kill a mouse not hard 'Cause a mouse don't have a brain that's as smart as a human's But the mouse does have enough brain to sense death If you pick up a broom and try to kill the mouse It's gon' run, right? Even a roach gon' run when it sense death like a human Sense is essential to us in tricknology Who and how is tricknology performed? On us The devil is that spirit which lives within you Not a red man with horns It's a piece of the soul which all humans have Have you ever heard the saying "The greatest trick the devil ever pulled Was to make you think he didn't exist" It's true, it's the basis point for understanding trickn- There's this analogy I really love that I think I told you before How does a boxer know how to fight when he steps into the ring? I mean, have you ever witnessed a boxer Step into the ring by himself and start fighting? No Because something has to exist in front of his eyes for him to swing If he can't sense something there or see an opponent He's not gon' fight or run away from harm This is how that piece of the soul in trick- works It's something you can't see because you believe it's you You can't imagine a world where people can sense the devil in them Sense the tricknology and fight it off because it's destined to them What Red Burns is about Men abusing dope no different than a wolf who lick ice And constantly we're fish craving a worm Nothing stop the hook from getting in the mouth Because it has been destined and this is how the devil fights The art of -nology is when we can't fight the enemy When you think the enemy doesn't exist