Spread Eagle Cross the Block Lyrics
I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones
I got a jones for it
I wanna know more, cuz its bout what I got to show for it
I want too much
I got so bored with it
I shot it up
Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up
How will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shits bound to be the death of me
Fuck buying it I'm taking it, and sharing it with nobody
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
On some throw back shit
You already know that shit
You even know 'bout how I know the man
Who grows that, BI-OTCHHHHHH …
You can't find it overseas
Its one of those things that seems outlandish
Til you have it's not a dream
As for me, I'm cool with it
And that's alright cuz it's my thing.
Curve of the blade doubled
Edge made to bleed the struggle
Best believe the game's a hustle.
Observer of the strange occurrences
Conjurer of the subtle
Unseen but felt disturbances
That burst a bitches bubble
It’s all mine never was yours
Like how you wait in line
While I walk straight through the door
(straight through the...)
Hear you say something
But ain't nothing – spectators ignored
Pay no mind to that chump's
Just a player hatin whore
I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
How I make it twitch and scream
How it screams oh baby hurt me
Work me to the bone oh please
How I bend the rhythm over
And hit, hit, hit it on my knees
Give, give, give it up
I need it all the time
Bleed it on the drop of a dime – down to pound it til it shines
Moonlit lake of blood red wine
Make no mistake, I makes it mine
To the groove used to align
The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes
Nuclear steeze creeps and winds
Through secrets behind and between
Every time I scream
Its all mine
All the time
Shit is mine
Fuck that shit I need that shit
Thought you did but did not
Come on through what you got
Is it cool is it hot?
I'm not through black blood clot
In my view like that twat
Spread eagle cross the block
What we know just gets dropped
How we keep shit on lock
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
Its all mine
All the time
Shit is mine
I'm pretty sure it's describing a drug lord who basically owns his part of the city or maybe the whole city. He has so much power that he just recklessly gets into what he's selling and he is physically pushing himself to the extremes, out of boredom. I love this album so much. I imagine it would be like interviewing Charles Manson after all the shit that went down like it would be terrifying and it would make you angry but you just keep coming back to learn more. I just personally like things that scare the shit out of me and now I dig this song and this album a bunch.
Pretty sure it's just about how awesome MC Ride is at rapping and making music.
this sounds like more of a bad ass declaration of rebellion from the POV of the narrator, MC Ride, he vividly describes his adventures in the day of a life of a drug addict/dope rapper. MC ride is ripping robbing