music: sexton; lyrics: hexum, martinez
intro this one is dedicated to the excitable ones nick not the
possums playing dead messing with my head "x" amount
of action, "x" amount of game for years again i tell
you the same, ooh ooh ooo nick-v1 gone already to the bored of
it all type, lingo that i'm seein every single night i'm out bustin'
head for it but your's gets busted right back lip split and, i
messed up but i got back tryin' don't bother lyin' bout constant
dissapointment but the fun in the hunt so quit actin' on a front
you're unmotivated you're sorta faded but the remedy is not so
get on with what you got sa-v2 remember "lady of guadelupe"
the times my mother made mole after mass we would get home the
girls running to the phone and in my bedroom the 45 on my record
player was "we're in this love together" at the time
i never realized how songs haunted the ones that i heard i played
because i wanted drawing on my wall from time to time coolin'
making creatures come alive with no schoolin' nick-c1 when i'm
on the microphone the method that i make is much patience the
method that i make is much patience i wait for the beat and then
i make sense in comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue
in comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude boy actin'
coy but you got nuts like almond joy i tell ya this is a tribute
reintro no one looks as foolish as the excitable ones nick but
then again there's no one has as much fun "x" amount
of action, "x" amount of games for years again i'll
tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo nick-v3 once i met a man who made
nearly no mistakes he would never bet on a longshot never bet
on a break and he's condescending and talks gossip galore but
the dude was definitely such a bore hear me now i messed up but
i got back trying don't bother lying 'bout constant disappointment
but the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front yeah, unmotivated
you're sort faded but the real man is not the one hiding behind
the gunshot, boom! sa-v4 time travelin' through my memory there's
a younger doug gazin' at the galaxy space trippin' vato of the
stars searchin' for ufo's from neptune and mars ode to an alien
i know you're out there cosmic lonely heart tell me if you care
i'm listening for your sound, here on the ground i'm listening
for your sound, here on the ground nick-c2 when i'm on the microphone
the method that i make is much patience the method that i make
is much patience i wait for the beat and then i make sense in
comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue in comin' in hot
you got you definitely got so rude boy actin' coy you got nuts
like almond joy i tell ya this is a tribute nick-tag i'm vexing
many mofos but i'm wishing you the best i keep 'bout half my lyrics
and i throw out the best cause fly on by, you can if you want
to. the method that makes sense is patience. t back trying don't
bother lying 'bout constant disappointment