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crooked i - can i talk to you?! lyrics

[intro:]
yeah…
you know sometimes i find it hard to put everything i wanna express in one song you know?
some times you gotta go out side the box when you create…
can i talk to you? (talk to you)
i just wanna talk to ‘ya’ll
can i talk to you? (talk to you)
no hooks
i just wanna talk to you… (talk to you)
no motherf-cking watered down bullsh-t
can i talk to you? (talk to you)
let me holla at ‘ya’ll man

[verse:]
yeah me not writing a alb-m every seven days
is as odd as you meeting a reverend that never prays
it’s as rare as me not packing a pistol in the seventh grade
it’s like surviving a shot from every weapon ever made
see i’m on an everlasting endeavor for better days
got a vendetta for chedda i’m rippin’ whatever stage
and i’m way more than some metaphors and a clever phrase
way more than a chain and some size eleven j’s
i’m a pyromaniac looking for mics to set a blaze
i’m a psycho brainiac focus my brain never sways
and my minds a maze with a hundred and eighty seven ways
for me to get out my mind and let that beretta raise
or pop the shotgun bet you never met a guage
leave you deader than dead stop your breath it won’t let you age
disrespect me expect me to protect me and catch a case
adress me as leather face jesse smith and wesson james
not to spit in heavens face but i live in this h-ll this place
where people are rebellin’ sellin’ hatin’ expelling grace
in the ghetto a piece of metal’s in every felons waist
the devil’s peddling wicked thoughts at an excelling pace
meddling in affairs offer nectre you never taste
fools and jesters fall victim hope you rest in a better place
maybe we should all pray instead of measures of less or fake
see i’ve been there before bad weather the pressure makes
and as strange as it sound i forever will treasure snakes
cause they make me appreciate my brethren who never fake
swear to god i’m writing alb-ms like every seven days
with’ no effort then i crash ’em them records i never played
but today i’m letting letter’s connect to digest a page
my collective perspectives are effective when expressing rage
respected i’m expected to select the domestic cage
in the pen for felonies they said it would never pay
and this is what they say bout you nigguhs who ghetto raised
let ’em face hunger and deadly plagues no question they catching strays
they s-x’n they catchin aids a wretched phaze
our community’s in it’s like we gotta be edrain james
just to dodge obsticals kids homeless they never ate
living in shelters momma’s felt this factions from section eight
and these politicians are b-tches with sh-t they legislate
convicted felons are slaves so prisons they’d rather make
free labor is paper for corporations in every state
so they target us nigguhs man i carry this heavy weight
i meditate picture myself in front of heaven’s gates
open my eyes i’m still in the hood for heaven’s sake

[outro:]
can i talk to you!
can i talk to you?
can i (can i) talk to you?
i just wanna talk to you… hey wiz talk to them man!
i just wanna talk to you…
can i talk to you?
i just wanna talk to you…
can i talk to you? dj wiz talking with his hands!
i’m way more then some metaphors and a clever phrase… to you!
i’m way more then some metaphors and a clever phrase… to you… to you!
i’m way more then some metaphors and a clever phrase…

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