作词 : Barcliff, Mosley
Whas happenin dude
Whatchu thinkin about there
What's goin on Talk to me

I know you're thinkin
What Must be a lot on your mind
Express yourself fool
Tell me what you thinkin about  nigga
Who why whatever  any puzzle I put it together

With any stress I'm copin like a flesh wound I'm open
Still got balls after vasectomies

My anatomy is strictly scientifical your life is pitiful
I got no relationships  just hit and then dismiss
My sex is strictly f**k  no man  I do not kiss
Keep my shirt on  I'm quick to dress back up
I'm chargin girls for dick  my dick you stick up
Butt naked  like Adam and Eve on Christmas Eve
Who is God White the Devil  do you believe
Scratch your head and think about it for a minute
Is my life a dream and y'all playin parts in it
You talkin like you drunken  but you flunkin

Classes you be takin  let me bring home the bacon
We been hoodwinked  bamboozled

Led astray  til all our business on rent in late
Somewhere in your mind

And real deep in your memory

You try to hide away
Your true feelings

Am I underrated Thinkin bout it get me frustrated
I'm elated  that keep it real is outdated
Graduated  from PG now I'm X-Rated
Glad I made it  left you behind  and you hate it
Look into my eyes  do you see a nigga or a person
See I worsen  section eight got to be flirtin
F**k workin  for eighty-five who you jivin
Still survivin  lock your f**kin door when I'm arrivin
Surprisin realizin magnetisin

This rhyme bend how I'm risin  hypnotizin

Got comments  put replies in
No lies in  if you do your life will need revivin
When I'm sleep I die  when I wake up I'm born
I leave the Earth each day to get my soul reborn
So to God I pray  I make it through this day
This must be Deja Vu  cause I relive this day

Somewhere in your mind

And real deep in your memory

You try to hide away
Your true feelings

Bring it on it  freak it on it
Child abused  as a child
Child Magoo  buck-wild
Wel-fare  met the cake
Too much sugar  in the Kool-Aid

Mis-fit  un-til

I f**ked Jiil  on the hill
Look  out  heads  up
To the girls  let's buck

Like  night-shade  grows
Workin dope  mind  flows

But  please  I'm on hot
I cook  non-stop

Stick a pin  in some paper
Take notes  play ya later
Praise  God  he  made ya
No  man  but  praiser

Somewhere in your mind

When you think deep in your memory

You try to hide away
Your true feelings