The Chronic

[Lyrics] (Verse 1) Fairly written, my beloveth literature... Begotten spirits of Puritan rocks The purest crack rock, that'a make ya Smoke ya partna; and watch him drop Watch him rot Before the Patrick's Day plot Before the NBA plot Pilots and Strafers on hearts I'm pulling slots Spiritual shots by the doc Where Jeepers Creepers a getcha M-4 Shells a-peel-you like a red-head hoe Scale the Virgo from the weigh-in Ahh Hell... the Loch Ness Ahh Hell... travel to Wales and Roll the Oscar, at the Embassy Remember me... target practice a keep ya soldiers on feet Never sit them L-D. Tare the scale, to keep the harvest floating Pockets bloating, like its rockets now I'm done boating Left with guts to discuss, the kilograms That's what up, ladies like to see Late night A strippers title. Disease, money with ease Infected like the Medi-Leaked Prime, like the Italian leech. Death to ingest it Just to respect it never disrespect it Got to love it to death. {HOOK} Sign ya reef Wake the beast Kiss the Bride Burn the Streets Sac the ox Enjoy the drinks Chip the bread That's how it thinks Illustrab Dreams, Holy Reign the King (x4) [Verse 2] Quick to send you a plug A long island, like its a 10-yards-in-a-row, just Let it go Poets from Rabbi teachers a-birth divas Watch him stroke it slow: A still feel hits, like some sort of Syphilis Feeling like heavens on Epiphany Virgo Du Illustrab a tetanus fever Like field mobs Be full of vulures and locust, quick to show ya Walking the passage of Psalms, withcha weak arms Napalm when the sun-rise From Death-Rays and Moogish highs Gotta keep this music on. Leave ya faith gone Like faith is gone, Never mind the musty My religion is too ugly Gotta keep the listener upstate, above the wake classy, like straping the ox off the plate Slaughter the bride, like he thought of inscribing then dying Beheaded guild, real guillotine rap Like the wraith was basically two-timing Money stretch like hurricanes from island to island.