heh. I like how the guy goes from - aahh! :: crazy legs ::

to sitting up just long enough to tell the clerk " Nah, man. I'm fine."

Tho yes, while someone should have helped.
Uh.. if you're trippin' yer bawls off.. you'd think he'd know it's not the best time to make a (crappy) beer run. = þ

In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of waste
And everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard
I'm lookin behind me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money made of greed made of me
Of what I have become in a parasite economy
Verse Two: E Roc
In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker gotta sell her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold
So I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go from single to hoe
As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how they livin fat
(One two three) everybody get a gat
Verse Three: Boots
Ahhhhhh yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and pimps
Basketball players, rap stars, and simps
That's what little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in check
That's what little black girls... are made of
But if we're made of that who made us
and what can we do to change us
The oppressor tries to tame us
here's a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days when I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the President didn't like us
Assassination attempts I'd root for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I knew what a right was
And a left and an uppercut, too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got
That's why I was constantly red, black, and blue

All-time favorite Akira scene (shameless promote) http://www.videosift.com/video/Akira-Tetsuo-s-Trippin

Glad you are feeling better now, Swampy. That sounds like some scary episode that you had, trippin' on both dog, AND vicodin. Yay for painkillers!

Everyday it's been the same old thang on my block
Ya either workin or ya slangin cocaine on my block
Ya had to hustle, cuz that's how we was raised on my block
And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot
On my block, to hangout was the thang back then
And even when ya left out, ya came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Belford, to Scotts
We rolled the fox, we load the spots
Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
On yo' block you probably had a fat pad of Tupac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high
And even when it was stormin outside, that nigga'd be by
That's me dawg, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot
Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell from Shamrock
And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me
He'd be, trippin - and I'd bet he still try to tease me

On my block - it ain't no different than the next block
Ya get drunk and pass out, and they back ya to the house
And when you wake up on the couch you goin right back at it
On my block when ya that fucked up they laugh at it
On my block, it's just another day in the heart
of the Southside of Houston Texas, makin ya mark
On my block, we're cueing all the time, playin dominoes
Keep the swishers sweet down until my mama goes
back inside -- then we can fire
Pass it around a few times to get high

On my block, everybody business ain't ya business
What's goin on in this house is stayin here, comprende?
On my block, ya had to have that understanding
Cuz if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys
And once ya mama got it, it was all on the wire
And when the word got back, the set yo' ass on fire
On my block, we got some 'Nam vets shell-shocked
Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks
On my block - it's like the world don't exist
We stay confined to this small little section with dividends
Oh my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world
cuz I love these ghetto boys and girls
born and raised, on my block...
...

He cuts out some stuff from the other performance in this one

yea

so

Step on my trip
step on my trippin'

step on my trip just
just step on my trippin

step on my trip just
step on my trip man

just step on my trip
on my trip
on my trip

yo just

step on my trip just
set in my trippin'

step on my trip just
step in my trippin'

step in my trip just
step on my trip man

just on my trip... on my trip ya'll


confused,
abused,
overused in my walking shoes.

i never turn back,
cause i know the score.

i never reuse what i do
performin' this.

too late .
my fate.
i regurgitate
all the words that i say.

listen up,
don't miss the forward (foreword?),
just pick it up now
off the floor and

guess who?
yea you...

you're the ones that im talking to.

you're never gonna guess
whats coming next.

let your mind inside
when i manifest,

but

inside
this rhyme,
you will find
my mind

just step in my crazy livin'

just step in my trip just,

step on my trip
step on my trip man

step on my trip just
yea step my trip man

step in my trip just
step in my trip man

yea step on my on my trip ya'll

cause i got
no pecs
to flex
all day long
i dream about sex
but im impotent
and im semi (hard)
so i cant remember when i got it up last

i stink
i need a drink
roll another spliff to help me think

i live on the road just like a gypsy
cause stayin in one place
is (swell and ?)jiffy but

sunshine
moonshine
change the way
that ima read your mind
livin inside this solar flux
we're all trapped in a
perpetual paradox
but

you're here
im near

the way that i flow is oh so clear

just step in my crazy livin

just step on my trip just

step on my trip just
step on my trip man

step on my trip just
step on my trippin

step on my trip just
yea step on my trip man

step in my trip



oh so
it was in my mind that i see
flow outta me easily
so easily that my mind is free
to blaze every (mile) of my fantasy

cause when i get on this mic
im flowin so awfully tight
so awfully tight
that my rhymes are like
the claw of a tiger thats ready to strike


now when i get on the street
create a brand new beat
feel free to come up and meet me
dont be shy you can never distract me
when negative vibes attack me
get into my mind and hack me
i act like nothin's happenin
theres no way to stop me

stop me...


*** (parenthsis contain not so sure translation... )

Only took a few months. That other video really helped understand some of the words better.. but its still not 100%. More like 95%.


yea

so

Step on my trip
step on my trippin'

step on my trip just
just step on my trippin

step on my trip just
step on my trip man

just step on my trip
on my trip
on my trip

yo just

step on my trip just
set in my trippin'

step on my trip just
step in my trippin'

step in my trip just
step on my trip man

just on my trip... on my trip ya'll

cause im so
confused,
abused,
overused in these walking shoes.

i never turn back,
cause i know the score.

i never reuse what i do
performin' this.

too late .
my fate.
i regurgitate
all the words that i say.

listen up,
don't miss the forward,
just pick it up now
off the floor and

guess who?
yea you...

you're the ones that im talking to.

you're never gonna guess
whats coming next.

let your mind inside
when i manifest,

but

inside
this rhyme,
you will find
my mind

just step in my crazy livin'

just step in my trip just,

step on my trip
step on my trip man

step on my trip just
yea step my trip man

step in my trip just
step in my trip man

yea step on my on my trip ya'll

cause i got
no pecs
to flex
all day long
i dream about sex
but im impotent
and im semi (hard)
so i cant remember when i got it up last

i stink
i need a drink
roll another spliff to help me think

i live on the road just like a gypsy
cause stayin in one place
is jiffy but

sunshine moonshine
change the way
that ima read your mind
livin inside this solar flux
we're all trapped in a
perpetual paradox
but

you're here
im near

the way that i flow is oh so clear

just step in my crazy livin

just step on my trip just

step on my trip just
step on my trip man

step on my trip just
step on my trippin

step on my trip just
yea step on my trip man

step in my trip

(unintelligible sung phrase.. "i wasted away?")

see
my
heaven raining down
inside of me

time
will always dictate evolution
so
i
let it wash all over me
like waterfalls
and memories
eternally

see
my
heaven raining down
inside of me
time will always dictate
evolution
so
i
let it wash all over me
like waterfalls
and memories
eternally

i melted away
my existence is gone
the life that i once had means nothing at all

i am lost inside

slow down...
slow down!

i melted away

my existence is gone

i have melted away

(unintelligible... "as i?")

oh so
it was in my mind that i see
flow outta me easily
so easily that my mind is free
to blaze every (mile) of my fantasy

cause when i get on this mic
im flowin so awfully tight
so awfully tight
that my rhymes are like
the claw of a tiger thats ready to strike


now when i get on the street
create a brand new beat
feel free to come up and meet me
dont be shy you can never distract me
when negative vibes attack me
get into my mind and hack me
i act like nothin's happenin
theres no way to stop me

stop me...

oh to stop me... today

oh the music

it's in my head
it's in my head

the music

it's in my head
it's in my head

*** (parenthsis contain not so sure translation... actually it would be great to get more opinions )

Me and Kid Sensation at home away from home
In the black benz limo with tha cellular phone
Im callin up my posse its time to get rippin
Im freakin each sunroof to keep you suckas trippin
Everybody's lookin if ya jealous turn around
The AMG kip keeps us closa to the ground
We're gettin good grip from the 50 series tires
The Alpine's bumpin but I need the volume higher
Cuz the 808 kick drum makes the girlies get dumb
We're rollin Rainier and the jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this sucka mc's wanna battle
I'm the man they love to hate the J.R. Ewing of Seattle
Picked up the posse on 23rd and Jackson
Headin for the strip yes were lookin for some action
The limos kinda crowded the whole car was leanin back
Maharaji's watchin tv with two girlies on his lap
On Martin Luther King the set looks kinda dead
We need a new street so posse move ahead
We all look kinda swass the crew you can't forget
The mix a lot posse cold rippin up the set

Ahhhh rollin in my posse was getin kinda bored
There's not anotha posse with more points scored
We don't walk around like criminals or flex like big gorillas
My homeboy Kid Sensation is a teenage lady killa
Maharaji's on the def side dancin like a freak
The girlies see his booty and their knees get weak
Larry is the white guy people think he's funny
A real estate investa who makes a lot a money
Clockin lots a dollars we all got gold
Cruisin in this Benz and ain't got no place to go
Wheelin' 23rd we saw nuthin but thugs
The girlies was to skinny from smokin all them drugs
Cus the rock man got em and there butts just drop
The freaks look depressed because the Benz wont stop
At 23rd and Union the driver broke left
Kevin shouted Broadway it's time to get def
My girl blew me a kiss she said I was the best
She's lookin mighty feaky in black silk dress
The closa that we get the crazier I feel
My posse's on Broadway it's time to get ill

Crusin Broadway and my wheels spin slow
Rollin with your posse is the only way to go
The girlies by the college was lookin for a ride
We tried to pick em up but we had no room inside
We put em on the trunk we put em on the hood
Some sat up with the driver they made him feel good
The posse's gettin bigger there's much to many freaks
My muffler is draggin my suspensions gettin weak
Now the freaks are gettin hungry in Mix A Lot's treatin'
We stopped at Taco Bell for some Mexican eatin'
But Taco Bell was closed the girls was on my tip
They said go back the other way we'll stop and eat at Dick's
Dick's is the place were the cool hang out
The swass like to play and the rich flaunt clout
Posse to he burger stand so big we walk in twos
Were gettin dirty looks from those other sucka crews
Kid Sensation dropped a 20 and didn't even miss it
this skeezer from another crew she picked it up and kissed it
Her boyfriend's illin he went to slap her face
My homeboy PLD cold sprayed the boy with mace
Cus I never liked a punk who beat up on his girl
If you don't have game then let her leave your world
We took the girl with us
With him she rode the bus
She gave the boy the finger and the sukca starts to cuss
Boy I got a def posse you got a bunch a dudes
Your broke cold crying about the rock man blues
Ya beat up on your girl and now your all upset
She's with the Mix A Lot posse on the Broadway set

>> ^EndAll:
False advertising. I expected to see some old guy trippin' balls.


I believe my description of the video is clear. These are some of his thoughts on the drug.

False advertising. I expected to see some old guy trippin' balls.

I'M TRIPPIN' BALLS, MAN!!

In reply to this comment by sewy7d:
after watching a bunch tool videos (especially old ones) i cant tell if Maynard is tripping balls on something or if thats just the zone he gets into. after seeing some of the few interviews hes done he doesnt seem like he would be your average druggy frontman

I can't say that I know for sure, but the impression I've always gotten from what I've heard and read is that everything on stage is a performance. That said, I'm pretty sure that most of the band members are (or were) probably pretty into trippin'.

you're trippin balls dude...

that dawg was trippin on sum AMTs, straight up

"AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Poor kid was REALLY trippin. Part of me felt guilty for laughing at his highness...but the rest of me was thinking "just go with it dude!"