This is a song i made when me and my friend saw an episode of OZ when Arnold''Poet''Jackson is raps one of his poems in the prisondiner.
We thought that it would fit with a beat so we took a beat from Necro and put them together in Adobe Premiere, and it came out really good.
I also wrote down the lyrics since I couldn't find it on the internet.
I think i've written the most of it correctly but since i wrote it down as i listened to it i'm sure i missed some, misspelled or just couldn't hear what he said, so please have that in mind and i hope you'll enjoy it.
Kidnap the presidents wife without a plan.
Kidnap the presidents wife without a plan, yeah i got a plan.
It's edged with a knife in the center of my hand.
So i guess i'ma have to keep my fist kletched.
Walk around DC in the rain til my wears is drenched.
Wasted that motherfucker to take out the garbage,
or do a press conference about what great shape this country in,
and when the welfare cuts goin begin.
And when he pat his dog and kiss his wife goodbye, thats when i move in.
I throw that silly ho i a headlock, im up full of grill, so her scream stop.
I whisper to her: ''Yo man aint here to protect you, baby. He gone''
I dialed up my nigga Onoff tell'im: ''Meet me with the Caddy on the white lawn''.
I tossed her in the back seat. I cover her head with a black sheet.
Put the steel on her grillpiece, be like:
''If you don't shut up i'm, i'm, i'ma let two shots off in your domepiece, wacha have fits''
If she don't understand i'ma give a quick lesson in ebonics: ''I'ma shoot you...Baby''.
I take her to my hideout, in a low income housing down the street.
I replace her John Davids, with perfect Reebooks on her feet.
I give her four hungry kids, no job, no ambition, no family support and a last welfare cheque.
I give her crapy ass medicaid and a ill type of growth growing outside of her neck.
I tell her: ''fend for yourself, keep you in them shorties and proper health''.
Then after sufficient time on that hype, I'll introduce her to the...Crackpipe.
Yeah, I let her feel it soothin' affects as she tried to forget about the absence of them cheques.
I make her sell her jewels for it. I make her pay a dues for it.
And then i come to her late at night, and I be like: ''Yo everything aint gonna be alright. You aint
gon' be able to go quietly in that good night. Peace aint gon come to your death be done''.
And then i lead her up to the roof, ha, and i show her all the shit she don't own.
I lead her over to the edge. Leave her there all alone...
excellent
taromakino 4 months ago
@taromakino Thanks :)
KPisce89 4 months ago
this is sick
RachelG1995 1 year ago
@RachelG1995 Thanks. When i saw (heard) this from an episode of HBO series OZ i just had to make it to a song. Happy that you liked it :)
KPisce89 1 year ago