this is a rhyme I recorded 4 my up-coming underground CD.. called dream land... If you can't pick up the flow from the lyrics just peep http://www.soundclick.com/bands/7/skipofftrackmusic.htm and you can hear it and some other tracks on the disc. even if you do get the flow check it out ne-way.. all the tracks there are sick..

yo.... let me tell you.... what I do best....

liquor before beer you're in the clear.//
but you touch the beer before the liquor you'll never get sicker.//
fuck it I see it as liquor is liquor.//
funnel both at once and hit the floor twitchin.//
puke for an hour or so, take a cold shower.//
now you ready to go to your dealers house 'n.//
buy a 1/4 ounce of pot, he's got some K as well, hell why not.//
buy a vile or two, three or four, shit it's a party let the drugs flow.//
up your nose, or down your throat.//
the form of smoke, blacken your lungs up so much you choke.//
then the K kicks in and you find yourself in a hole.//
everything starts to seem --crazy echo--so... distant.//
start to wonder if your living, or drownin' while you was swimmin.//--echo ends--
then you wake up outta your trance, in the back of an ambulance.//
bein' told you gotta rest, but you so cranked up you rip the tubes out your wrists.//
flip out and beat down the paramedic in the back,//
then attack the other one while he's still got his foot on the gas.//
you crash, face slams the glass, fly through the windshield and land on the grass.//
--voice--damn, it's like you on crack, a man could actually get up from that.//--end voice--
shit, even I can't believe it.//
the acid I'm on must be decieving me.//
and I'm not actually seeing what I think I'm seeing.//
that's it I'm dreaming.//

--chorus--
we livin' in a dream land
never know what your really seein
when you on as many drugs as we on
half the time you wont even know who you are...--end chorus--

bartender, give me two more, then I gotta go.//
I'm late for work I was supposed to be there two hours ago.//
and it's only 9 in the morning, I hope I'm not recording.//
'cause those last lines were so wack whoever's listning's probably snorin'.//
from boerdom, hold on.. for one second.//
I gotta think of something to say, I'm a slave to drugs.//
chew up and swallow two brown tu-pacs, then crush another one.//
roll up a fifty, and snort a few lines, ahh I love it when my nose is dripping.//
start trippin' so much sweat pouring off me I start slippin'.//
shit I need some water, and somethin' to chew on.//
who wants to run through wal-mart and slap people with coupons.//
oh shit the cops, I should run...//
but the lights are so cool, maybe I'll stay and watch..//
--friend voice--Dude come on!--end voice--
fuck it, I'll fight 'em all, I'm so hyped up.//
I duck one, punch the other, grab his club.//
and beat his face 'till it goes soft like butter.//
suddenly there's hundreds.//
I forgot about the first dude, he musta called for back up.//
I'm in hand cuffs, can't bust.//
locked up, wake up, and it was all a dream.//

--chorus--

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