Somewhere in the world it’s 3 o’clock   Time to get out of school and think   Somewhere in the world it’s 5pm   And quittin time means it’s time to drink   Somewhere in the world it’s 8 o’clock   Let’s get fly, man, and go to the gig   But somewhere in the world it’s midnight   And the guerrillas just shot two pigs      Somebody needs to bottle   This adrenaline   Throw death the middle fin   Stompin through your suburbs   Like coke, meth, and riddlin   Streetlights and little sins   We fight for little yen   Despite the bitter end   And ignite carcinogens   This here’s a little shot of   Can’t-Be-Stopped   A little Fuck-You-Pay-Me   A little Fuck-The-Cops   Cuz them parasites’ll suck your wop   And bankrupt your flock   Chuck you overseas to buck the glock   And in the gallows of San Quentin   The officials were smitten   By the smooth, suave way   Which my initials were written   So they paid no attention   That the scribbled transmission   Read “Imma get outta here,   Pray I don’t get ammunition”      Somewhere in the world it’s 3 o’clock   Time to get out of school and think   Somewhere in the world it’s 5pm   And quittin time means it’s time to drink   Somewhere in the world it’s 8 o’clock   Let’s get fly, man, and go to the gig   But somewhere in the world it’s midnight   And the guerrillas just shot two pigs      Sometimes the night falls just so   You can’t see the scars   Discourse between the stars   Is dialogue of stolen DVD players and VCRs   I know a corner - if you say “cocaine”   They swear that you takin the lord’s name in vein   I came to spit flames   Until the shit change   Until we switch games   The streets drown in pain   Now   Y’all might just drink and fuck to this   Let’s knuckle up and deconstruct the shit   Imma show you what they dysfunction is   They need some nickel-plated acupuncturists   Vile and vulturous   Let’s get tumultuous   And bring a multitude   To where their luncheon is      Somewhere in the world it’s 3 o’clock   Time to get out of school and think   Somewhere in the world it’s 5pm   And quittin time means it’s time to drink   Somewhere in the world it’s 8 o’clock   Let’s get fly, man, and go to the gig   But somewhere in the world it’s midnight   And the guerrillas just shot two pigs