Lyrics:
So when's the last time
you spat realness?
My white count
couldn't even handle such illness
Who else you know, flow cold,
so smooth like IV's
and still make you see, like Visine
and he must be eatin shit, how he spit so nasty
so fresh, so clean, his hygiene
he upload truth so proper
security had to call in coppers
George Bush made a run for his chopper
Don't whine about the white man, holdin' you back
We gettin' fooled by colored impostors
racism is heartless
I'll never play the race card, regardless
from the tops all the way to the projects
they can stick you up for your wallets,
rocks and dollars,
even if you're not in college
don't you ever let 'em stick you up for your knowledge
Yeah, word is bond, but ignorance;
that's bondage
Thugs in the streets, playin' cops-n-robbers
get back to ya kids, cause we need those fathers
Meanwhile, I'll be on the horizon
keeping my pen to the pad, till my pad is the wall of asylums
Got bars that'll stretch for days.
and outlooks that's been blacker than Isaac Hayes
Shut'cha mouth, all you halfway emcees
'for I leave you shook, lyrically
That's my M.O. with two B's (It's the real, hip hop)
Southfield's hero; turn rap to ground-zero
The game's gone wrong, it needs some new heroes
Mic... check
Nike's... check
Mic check
Stage... set (uh!)
J. Dilla; props. R.I.P
Black HRA...
Yeah... we're done here.
yeah this has got a mad beat he got some tight lyrics too
pureplainboss 3 years ago 2
Yeah, that's me on the track, lol. But thanks anyway.
kuroiwolf 3 years ago