Lyrics Rancid Canvas Licks - Strange U

Rancid Canvas Licks

{Well, I’ll go investigate some strange and bizarre events from the present
Unbelievable happenings, as fresh as today’s headlines}
Yo
Holy smokes
Load the mic like Okie-Dokes
Holding notes and a clothesline to open throats
Spit a flow for jokes at male groupies
We pay checks, Becks and a Lucy
Forget who’s Bruce Lee, I’m murkin’im
Forget who knew me, I’m swerving’em
Switching lanes, witching plays, then spit the flames
Strange Universe stee', over friggin' daze
Lost up in a maze that changes
Reconfigure it
Many interesting flavors
«How can it be?»
I say
Looking off the balcony
Is the time now for me?
Us
Trust
Yo, it’s the dawn or the dusk
The spawn in your gut
A fall from the crux
But then I might have gone nuts…
Dammit!
I get rancid on the canvas
Growing antlers
I’m in the pouch like baby kangas
Delivering babies with hangers
Lazy manners
In your face with the Pampers
Shitty
Still got the key to the city
Mean and greedy
Blaze green, drink whisky
Lean
Crispy, or dreams turned to minced meat
Seem fifteen
Growing up shit’s creek
The disbelief the chief, the Iron Sheikh (raise you bat!)
Try and weep
Get banished to the isle of Crete
Keep your eye on the creep
He’s got a gun and it blocks the sun
He’ll keep shooting till the job is done
Rob your mom
Nah, that’s for suckers
Looking at these punks like «Rah, that’s just bonkers»
Damn, he got raised by nutters
Shit.