"Smithereens (Stop Cryin')" as written by and Reynolds Scherrer....
Fell asleep late
Neon Buzz
P.T.S. stress
We do drugs
City air strange
Sticky lungs
Mayor Doombug gives no funds
And I'm cryin'
Call out with a fiendish ring
Broken into smithereens
Everything's exactly how it seems
And it would seem that I am cryin'

In a world of super duper whores the kids just want a little more
Little tycos do the bloody mind sex with a veteran's decor
And I'm cryin'
So when I step in the stop frame I became pure BK
Cause I grew up around the Krazy Kings and inhaled second hand spray
Cryin'
Where the walls talk your defiances and alliances were made
With a fugitive dash after class to harrass the gods of fame
Cryin'
And the goons that I collude with on this rude shit same way
And will break a crab down in public just to manipulate their pain
Cryin'
Why should I be sober when God is so clearly dusted out his mind
With cherubs puffin' a bundle trying to remember why he even tried
Down here it's 30% every year to fun the worlds end
But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave. trying to cop the bootleg instead
Pure savage established hard rock talk circa 93 proof
Walked the high road to infinity with simily truant moves
When the wandering ration line derails I steal food
Maybe tread where the sidewalk hawks look alive and hide tools
On a bed that someone else made
Trying to wait for the next boot
And it drops when you took a prime-time hellemundo off mute
Old folks say "time to build"
But demolition pays more loot
Rip patch from your hazmat suit
Slip past with an odd bop (woop)
El Producto sort of strange
They say he stares at you long range
Perhaps he's lookin' at us all with his thousand yard gaze
Cryin'
And he sees how MCs became contorted with their own lies
And went from battle rap to gun talk like we ain't notice the change (yeah right)

It's the city I broke down in
The velor couture township
Where they lost the rock box batteries and forgot how shit was founded
Cryin'
And critics all see me twisted
They don't get my whole existence
And actual B boy brainiac who'll smack you out your mittens
Cryin'
Now I feel that motherfuckers owe me dap for contributing actual raps
That's not a construct for the radio on that plasticine path
I'll be your homie
Bust Through the dolby lonely
All cast aside and homely
Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante words
Insert hurt in a dome-piece
And the last of all I have is yours now surrendered nice and calmly
As a tot played on a block of bricks and double dutched with the zombies
I'll rip your squad in nothing but a cock ring and pair of puerto-rock dunks
I built the bag that cats will drown in when the water's colored rust
And the last thought that I had in the back of the little bus
Was of a Oklahoma city flair through kiddy flesh fade to dust
Move with me little soldier bitty
We'll cloak and dagger the city
We'll hope to stagger magnificence till the pattern of blasphemy's quitting
And I keep my meaning tucked deep so y'all creepers give me some privacy
Don't ask for something literal from a child of secret society
There's a position to be filled you fuckin' assholes
Keep your eye on me
But save your precious advice cause all my life everyones lied to me and I'm cryin'

Fell asleep late
Neon Buzz
P.T.S. stress
We do drugs
City air strange
Sticky lungs
Mayor Doombug gives no funds
And I'm cryin'
Call out with a fiendish ring
Broken into smithereens
Everything's exactly how it seems
And it would seem that I am cryin'


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