Kidnappaz Groove - I.F.K.

Sittin in his mind like a bullet in da head His brains 're not ordinary they’re

dead

They’re jumpin around lookin fora new stuff They cannot stop they cannot get

enough

U’ll neva understand whatz groove of da pain U’ll neva understand whatz goin in

his brain

Kidnappa is a real desire MF drug sucka wanna get higher

Everywhere I am his target I don’t wanna fight don’t wanna GO FOR IT

Just for a wild I’m waitin for his appear it makes me weak I’ve got a real fear

Gotta go gotta go — slowly — they run I think I’m gonna die or gotta lotta fun

He’s pressin ma body ma vains ma spirit They gonna blow up gonna jump out of it

I can’t keep out of it I’m afraid of him of his spirit

All I wanna do is make a kick But kidnappaz groove makes me weak

No no no!

Nobody hear ma voice When I’ve got no health no «strong» no choice

When I’m runnin away from da blood From da evil from da faceless crowd

On ma back: his eyes his track He’s after me I got a balance lack

He’s not ma enemy not ma friend But why I must die coz of his bent

I’m afraid he got me ma organz …

But ma dick is really nuthin ma ass is 2 much dirty ma lungs are kill’d by

nicotine

Ma liver is kill’d by alcohol ma heart is full of bullshit ma eyes can’t see any

More ma ears can’t hear anymore.

But ma mind is too much sick!

and kidnappaz

groove

MAKES ME WEAK!