Lyrics
I awoke to bright lights fightin wit my eyelids,
And felt a slight jab poke through My side 'n,
I felt like I was slidin in an outta conscienceness,
Kinda like my mind was teeter totterin on a mental abyss,
Hit or miss, couldnt guess where in the fuck I was at,
But I was able to focus enough to make out a large vat,
It sat across the room filled with some greenish goo,
It was oozin thru a tube into my right rib cage,
I sat up and realized I was enslaved in a cage,
Fulla rage now I attempted to......
All of a sudden I realized I had a tag on my foot,
It read that I was set to be executed, caput,
They must be misunderstood, I'm The CrAcKa-JaCk,
But the name ChaneReactioN was etched on the back....
Next thing that happens is im tossed in a basket,
whisked off in a fantastic plastic casket,
Thas it, I'm bout to meet my maker,
Then I'm tossed into what seems to be a giant salt shaker,
I sense the undertaker, i got tossed around like a frisbee,
ANd part of me starts hopin "would they just kill me?",
But it seems to me they're preservin me for a reason,
Then I sense myself lose the sense of breathin,
I must be loopy, in a goofy haze, I must be sleepin,
I'm now heavin, wheezin out that green goopy substance,
And then a voice speaks out to me, but yet says nothin,
and everything at the same time, I must be dreamin,
As my body goes limp, I feel all my life force leavin.
I swear I'm in the wrong body, this cant be happenin,
I go to call out my name, but it comes out ChaneReactioN,
Without a fraction of time wasted, i cant figure it out,
My names CrAcKa, was this name change to Chane all about?
Three days later, I'm back on the streets,
Spitten with a new voice and bumpin new beats,
this isnt me, but yet it is at the same time,
Where did I learn to do that, what was that rhyme?
Line after line flow forth from this new being,
It's like I was starin at a mirror, but wasnt seein,
what I actually was, I'm a chain reaction,
So I set myself off, to see what happens,
Start rappin insane shit til I'm tappin myself on the shoulder,
Suddenly my vocab has become 20 years older,
I'm like a soldier, reminscin after he got back from Vietnam,
What's with me actually flowin, droppin lyrical bombs,
I try to keep my calm, but I just explode again,
These are my feelings, felt through the burst of a pen.
Im a chain reaction
Set me off an watch what happens
This is true, real life, just in the form of rappin,
Now I know who I am, now I'm laughin.
