[Intro]

Rock bottom, rock bottom

Rocks bottom, rocks bottom

Rocks bottom out here man

Ain't seeing nuttin' but poverty man

Deprivation and all them fuckery yea? (It's a hard knocks life) Serious

[Hook]

Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom

Where the people ain't got nuttin'

And the kiddies chain smoke like Dot Cotton

Growing up on the rock bottom, rock bottom

[Verse 1]

Money mad backstabbing, vein jabbing

Paranoid crack addicts, bare addicts

Androids carry gasses, some are strappin'

And the summer never seems to happen

Sew my dreams in a sea of passion

See a demon in a chain reaction

I'm redeeming in a change of actions

I'm the leader in a rebel fraction

And I'm deeper than the clever captions

See the ether in a spell of dragons

See the reaper in the back of wagons

With the leaders of the alpha canons

Out for balance, lookin' at the rocks bottom

Cats plottin', suicide cats bombin'

On comet onslaughts in the short runnings

Too cunning, see the higher force, bun him

Streets humming, sirens and feet drumming

Never sleep too deep in deceits run-ins

See the beef in a field full of sheep coming

Write a tale if you leave me with the beat running

[Hook]

Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom

Where the people ain't got nuttin'

And the kiddies get high like Nick Cotton

Lookin' up at the rock bottom, rock bottom

[Verse 2]

Seeds like hell blossom

Lead coffins, plottin' when the cells locking

Twelve profit in the legacy of hells tropics

Man ahead of me are selling me a dead topic

I can tell it how it is and keep your head bopping

I was feeling like it's best I never said nothin'

Chessa Chess in the house with a new layer

I'm a prophet, I'm a pilgrim, I'm a soothsayer

And the Devil's got a sword called the truth slayer

See me tyrna slay the Devil I'm a true player

I'm a priest in the streets, I'm a crusader

While you're busy living life out of newspapers

Some of them are living life like a crash dummy

All they do is run around for the cash money

And the government will smother us in blasphemy

Take the tax money make a bomb and drop it casually

[Hook]

Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom

Where the people ain't got nuttin'

And the kiddies chain smoke like Dot Cotton

Growing up on the rocks bottom, rock bottom

[Verse 3]

Living where the rock's shottin', block's rotten

Run when the cops stoppin'

Little novice in the shop with his popped stocking

On his head like he's suttin' out of Lock Stock 'n

Police shot him now he's laying in a box rotting

Play for fate number eight in the top pocket

What's poppin' for the clockin' and the eavesdroppin'

Dropping eaves like weed when police stop him

Some of them'll stand around and do the streets shoppin'

See a guy they wanna rob and then they creep on him

Some of them will curse God for the life given

Some of them'll run around and keep a knife with 'em

Some of them are paranoid and say spies hidden

And everything in history has been lie ridden

And it's just another day up in the minds prison

I'm a visionary living on a blind vision

What I'm saying is a picture so the blind listen

Innovation elevation how the mind's written

What I'm saying is a picture so the blind listen

Innovation elevation how the rhyme's written (yeah)

[Hook]

Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom

Where the people ain't got nuttin'

And the kiddies get high like Nick Cotton

Lookin' up at the rock bottom, rocks bottom