Now people say I'm jinxed

I got some kind of voodoo hex

Life is so complex there's

no telling what could happen next

Life on the edge,

fuels the sickness in my head

it imbeds the type of thoughts that got a lot of brothers dead



The smarter brother knows to keep his foes close and

I'm the type of brothers that smarter than most

A cold hearted overdose of lyrical antidotes

The cure to make sure my karma can't take me down

Up to the same old tricks I wonder if

I'll stick around is a penny really lucky

If you find it on the ground?

Whats the problem with this town?

I can't figure it out my karma's crashing down

in the form of a black cloud.



I've got a little black cloud,

that follows me everywhere I go it takes over me

I've got a little black cloud,

that follows me everywhere I go it takes over me



I'm sick

I 've got an ill disposition my intentions are pure

but there's a cure for my condition

My decisions put me in the wrong positions

Chasing pipe dreams of fame and recognition

The Epic

I get drunk and I stumble to the phone and

conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone

Fucked up, tore back I need to take a piss

Only when I'm drunk ? I sing a song like this

My grandma and your grandma... Sittin by the fire

Hold on , turn that beat off ! No, keep it going

Crazy Town, yo y'all just not known'

I get drunk and start talking more shit and

when I got a gun in my hand

You better get...Out' Cause my brain

Just ain't what it used to be

Forget trying to rationalize, cover your eyes.

If you got an itch to catch some havoc

there's mayhem in the plastic

City of La La I mean the land of holy zsa sza

The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of people like sheep, those with dreadlocks to jocks with Reeboks,

fleeing hard rocks

A la Cafe, bambatta flashy fashion

Imagine crashing bashes with bitches that be bad and

wishing for the fame and recognition

There on a mission for self, baby

Were like the twelve,

my tribe is crazy deep we got the beats that are hot

were like clinique

Foundation resonates when I speak

And if by chance you catch it then listen,

the wisdom Epic, open hitting,

choking up you've done it now and woken up

the giant scientist of hits that make you jump like a lunatic

On pogo sticks, waving your fists

So if you catching a fit

I really don't know but you better scram hurry in a double.



It goes on and on and on hell raising Hollywood

welcome to babylon

It goes on and on and on the party

don't stop till the mysteries gone.

I've seen it all, I'll see it again

I shake allot of hands but I don't got allot of friends.

It goes on, and on and on hell rasing Hollywood welcome to Babylon.



Live from the city of lights sunny days and late nights

Dope, designer drugs, porn stars and bar fights

I drop. makes the bells rock I'm Mr. Shifty Shellshock

call me the man of the hour

in the land of the lost taking the money and the power

CXT, we hold our own all eyes on us,

crazy rise rain like brimstone kicking up dust

I grab the mike with a firm hold

in a world of shattered goals, pot holes,

broke fokes and bank roll

pole position

daddy rolling, rolling cuasing havoc so, ready set

I'm more than set like Morissette to maverick

gotta, she's got to have it, habbit sick , I leave them stuck

I'm getting high for a living not giving a fuck.



It goes on and on and on hell raising Hollywood

welcome to babylon

It goes on and on and

on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone.

I've seen it all, I'll see it again

I shake allot of hands but I don't got allot of friends.

It goes on, and on and on hell rasing Hollywood

welcome to Babylon.



I'm screaming out the call of the wild I'm speaking in tongues

I am the child of the sun the power of one

I beat the drums of the crazy town click

it's the third eye sitting on the tip of the pyramid flipped

now I see a little shotty

illuminati front

dead bodes in my trunk.

unraveling the source

I travel in to self

gauge my wage and you try to debate my wealth

The consequences linger and I'm fingering the perpetrators

Hey yo, my nature was bread on the cross fadder

It's the seventh house

Armageddon trudger ready for death it's the brimstone slugger



It goes on and on and on hell raising Hollywood

welcome to babylon

It goes on and on and

on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone.

I've seen it all, I'll see it again

I shake allot of hands but I don't got allot of friends.

It goes on, and on and on hell rasing Hollywood

welcome to Babylon.