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Geto Boys - Mind Playing Tricks on Me - Re-Lyrics-Ed. [Jul. 12th, 2007|07:11 pm]
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A cautionary poem for bloggers gettin' deep into the net-ness.







Mind Playin' Tricks on Me


Saucy Boys




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Intro: Sauceface

I sit alone in my four-cornered room
Starin' at YouTube
Oh that shit is on? heh
Let me drop some shit like this here
Real smooth

Verse one: Sauceface

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
LiveLeak in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a sucka
I'm paranoid, sleepin' with my finger on the mouse-clicka
My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' more
And I ain't goin' out without a flame war
See, everytime my eyes close
I start dreamin,' source code comin' out my nose
It's somebody viewin' my source
But I don't know who it is, so I'm nervous of course
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I can't see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and some shades like my own
Some might say take a chill, b
But fuck that shit, there's somebody tryin' to read me
I'm hittin' post button when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin' AIM window
Investigatin' the posts for traps
Checkin' my Ad-Aware for taps
I'm starin' at Craig's List in my corner
Its fucked up when your mind is playin' tricks on ya

Verse two: Willie Sauce

I make no money, I drive a shit car
Nobody know me, it's like I'm a B-list star
But late at night, somethin' ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sock's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off Found's block
Or is it that sucka last week that I 'Shopped
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand units
Thought Level 70 Mage, but it was entry level Druid
Reach for my bookmarks, grab the bantown for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lyin,' I was scareder than a motherfucker
Bet they laughin' at Hitlers to bury me quick
If it's goin' down let's get this shit over with
Here socks come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherfuckin' mouse-clicker
What I saw'll make your ass start spewin' Jolt
Three socks, my own, three login windows
I live by the code
I take my laptop everywhere I go
Because I'm paranoid, yo
I keep lookin' over my Facebook peepin' strange IDs
My mind is playin' tricks on me

Verse three: Sauceface

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one thats bein' roped
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm shaky
Every damn day I'm on MySpace
Playin' for A/S/L, peeps
Tryin' to find a hottie I can meet
I know the Lord is looking at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often cruise while I peruse
Havin' crazy thoughts of payin' fools
Bang and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I'd be the one to get the fuckin' clap
And if I breed then my childs would be some bastards
I had a user down with me
But to me it seemed like user's out to get me
I need some help in this shit
Before I end up with a kung-fu grip
Now I'm browsin' some shit
Now I'm sure I'm a net addict
Now I'm feelin' lonely
My mind is playin' tricks on me

Verse four: Saucewick Chris

One year April Fool's fell on a weekend
Me and Saucy Boys were trick-or-treatin'
Trolling little kids for gags
Till an old friend posted on our ass
So we sped-read up the pace
Took a look-see and it was right before our face
He'd been in for a squab no doubt
So he felt bad and had a gun in his mouth
He's not goin' down, we figured
Since this was no ordinary figure
His posts brooded six or seven feet
Now, that's a dude I'd be scannin' in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin' some "do it" responses on him
The more I jabbed the more responses flew
Then he disappeared and my boys couldn't reach him, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
His mom called, all I heard was screams
He was dead as fuck on the streets
I showed up, cops all over, chalkin' on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin' tricks on me




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Thanks be to the original for lyrical inspiration.

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Comments:
[User Picture]From: gjenkins05
2007-07-13 01:42 am (UTC)
That was awesome, hahahaha!
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[User Picture]From: sauce1977
2007-07-13 01:58 am (UTC)
Geto Boys didn't exactly provide a perfect syllable pattern, but they mostly ended with similar-sounding smatters.
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