Club 33

Everyone wants to go no one can get in There’s this thing called Club 33 It’s a really big deal You can’t get in no matter what The only way to go there is If you pay this ridiculous fee Where, I mean it’s a thousand dollars Like, like a hundred years and All this fucking shit And eventually you gain access, 2k to get in Ay I’m a caterpillar turning into a butterfly Crazy baby with the butter Knife singing lullabies Still holding on, hanging tough Writing all the time hanging on like a koala Bear that’s overqualified About to go postal Kill everyone like Columbine Almost lost my fucking mind had To fall in line I’m a member of a secret society But frequently I’m still a freak with anxiety Misguided angel just stays home ‘Cause good MCs are hard to Find like pagers and payphones Mind’s a lethal environment I’ve got tunnel vision Now that the sun has risen I have broken out of prison King Kong, rhyme spine tingling Make your skin crawl ‘Cause words keep bouncing ‘round my Head just like a pinball Multiples like when I Hit multi-bolt unassaultable Cuffing up a half a half a dozen That’s the cult involved Carrier of art from the Heart with no barriers Libra-Scorpio, a Scorpio, a Sagittarius Went from agitated scorpion in a solarium Anonymous piranhas adopting to new aquarium Yeah mercy me OG like Percee P The beat’s a grip but I might Drop a verse for free That’s a gift I got from me, swift So dinner on me (swift) Roll it up in a spliff and meet at Club 33 Another K, I don’t play another bat tigon Touring like a bag of bomb Tag but I don’t tagalong Another day what’s a goon to a goblin? A king to a God, nah a human to an atom bomb No yellow lines That’s a road I could travel on I spit it clear Ain’t no song that I babble on I watch for Jake not Jake One the babble-on And ride the horse into the Sun without a saddle on I never fell above hell with the scavengers Choke a rapper ‘til he Blue mixed with lavender (sad) I always try to be up front like collateral While motherfuckers try to play the Back and act radical That I prefer to spit at The judge and the jury unleash the fury I splash Jewry from out the Window of the Jimmy’Z wagon I’ll flex a muscle on hating ash, bury Bang the metal like a crash derby The pen is my blade To sharpen it I cut flesh to the bone So chemical my stones is arsenic The face carver sit on a throne like Arthur Pulling strings, no archer Leaving bums out in the cold Without a North Face Sparker I take vengeance, rev the race engines Diamonds dancing on dinner plated pendants Cut through the yellow ribbon And made an entrance i played the benches So many lines my code Name is great adventures Yo, Six Flags use your Versace Shirt as a dish rag Magic man, I’m digging in my trick bag Do you know what I have for you? To enter Club 33 A guest must press the buzzer on an intercom Concealed by a hidden panel at the doorway Club 33! Air Horn