FLAKKA Lyrics – .idk., Conductor Williams

Read the full FLAKKA lyrics by .idk., Conductor Williams and MF DOOM from the album e.t.d.s. A Mixtape by .idk. along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(Whoo Kid)
(Conductor)

[Verse 1: IDK]
Why the judge tryna make a n!gga suffer?
Fifteen, but I’m seventeen with a crazy deal
Dinner tray full of green liver, what a crazy meal
Imagine being Black in a cell
And right down the block is where the Aryans dwell
And you ain’t got 500K for the bail
And you are not the one that like to play show and tell
Fu*k a sentence, they gave me paragraphs
Copping flakka from eses to make the time pass
I tried K2 on my B-Day
And smoked it really slow to make the high last
Don’t know when parole about to hit
Starting to lose my mind, this close to popping s*it
But I really am the opposite
I’m the cell block’s finest

[Chorus: IDK & MF DOOM]
This ain’t rocket science
It’s more like a rocket with a silence
Damn
Let’s avoid violence
They got me in the right place with the wrong timing
A clique full of criminals, iron sharpen iron
If I was a homemade shank in either hand
Back from a bid looking all young like Peter Pan
Guards try to tell me what to do ’cause I’m in a jam
With no pu*sy in over a decade, damn (Man)

[Verse 2: IDK]
Damn
Here we go again
Thought I’d never see the county jail once more

But now I’m back in another cell block door
This time upstate, more commissary, but they don’t sell no cupcakes
All from a mistake, I must say
I must’ve got a lil’ taste of freedom, but they got me right back in this place
Same n!ggas from last time is still tryna pass time
God, how am I back? I gotta ask why we all turn religious when this s*it hit the fan
I was contemplating flipping through the Quran
Felt like I was Moses when I flipped through the Bible
Praying that my celly never turn to a rival
Had to keep the iron like the tip of the Eiffel
I pray that he don’t sing like American Idol

[Chorus: IDK & MF DOOM]
This ain’t rocket science
It’s more like a rocket with a silence
Damn
Let’s avoid violence
They got me in the right place with the wrong timing
A clique full of criminals, iron sharpen iron
If I was a homemade shank in either hand
Back from a bid looking all young like Peter Pan
Guards try to tell me what to do ’cause I’m in a jam
With no pu*sy in over a decade, damn