 W.A.R. (We Are Renegades) » Mae'r lyrics [+ Ychwanegu +] |
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1. _ Evolve
Yes, how many gorillas who actually killas really rhymin'
Artists that actually signed still killing
And when it comes to killing the mic
They not willing and I'm supposed to be shook
That's the shit that kill me
Take the bullet for Barack on the balcony and vanish
Extinguish the sun when I drew
Play pool with the planets
We are renegades
The movement outlandish
My shit straight from the soul
Goddamnit, it's the one time only
Vernacular original miraculous spectacular flow
Computer digital
I piss upon the pitiful
Ridicule the minuscule
Pharoahe Monch need to pump that ass like municipal
And listen to an enigma
The anomaly your momma nominated me phenomenal
I dominated without a 6-pack abdominal
You could get 19 put through that like Amadou
So what I'ma do is separate the false from the truest
You've amassed nothing trying to ball like U Mass
So phenomenal with mics I don't like myself
Sadomasochist MC, I bite myself
But not cameo though
There's no Grammy to show for the love that people hand me on the street
Now overstand
Grade school mathematics examining thugs
They discuss bloods, crips, techs, jammin', and drugs
I speak of world peace, war, famine, and flood
Watchin' Pan's Labrynth while I'm unraveling bud
Gambling on the next rapper to die in the hood
If God shall choose that artist to be me
Let one verse of a song be a reflection of a pedigree
Better than your back catalogue recipe
The legacy by which the entire world remembers me
Quote, do not edit me; let it be said
I'm top 5 all time alive or
We know that's misstated and so overused
So here's a overview of why I'm 6 feet over you
And a million fans think this statement is so overdue
And pardon if it sounds a little wheezy
Not Wayne, motherfuckers I got asthma; it's not easy
Shotgun lyrical; cock back, squeeze me
Women case my anatomy; touch me, tease me
Please seize the moment in the struggle against Lucifer
Renegade 13 the Executioner
Spit with a crucifix
So that you can expect the rant from Pharoahe Monch like Mucinex
Get used to it
Get used to wisdom
Get used to usage of a backward euphemism
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2. _ Warning
This is Lieutenant Gaviston of Bravo Command second division, thirteenth brigade.
While on a recon mission in Kabul, Afghanistan,
I have discovered classified information
That changes everything that I believe about this WAR.
I’m gonna upload this information of great importance to Horus,
A military satellite,
Which has the technology to transmit information through time.
If you are hearing this,
You have been genetically predisposed to receive this information.
What you are hearing is a warning.
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3. _ W.A.R.
[Chorus]
We are renegades. This means W.A.R.
16s bust to break unjust laws
Overthrow regimes in the name of the cause
Renegades, never slaves, this means war
100% uncut raw
Fuck limited freedom, nigga we want more
The machine is corrupted down to the core
Rebel army, muthafucka!
This means war
I got a middle finger for mass media mute the news
'Cause when the gun draws received a million views
Which gives me the right to break the rules
Say fuck the radio if the people can't pick and choose
While BET gets screwed by Viacom
The new revolutionary is shyaman
It's not brush fire rap, it's five alarm
Motivational music after I am gone
My inner visions, mysticism call me Mr. Wisdom
They wanna turn the globe into a prison
And being sick is better than being dead
'Cause when you sick and in bed, you're indebted to meds
Cloned chickens walking around without heads
The food is contaminated, the water got lead in it
Population control, make the babies sick
All these 5G chips, are you for 86?
This is a war against consciousness
Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship
And we are on the front lines
Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime
[Chorus]
Alhamdulillah's a spiritual calling
My alternate and we are still mourning
It's not a documentary about global warming
This is lunar explosions of global warning
So when the moon leaves you can't tell night from morning
Cities submerged underwater post New Orleans
It's not your average rap recording
this is insane lieutenants taking aim at Mormons
While the American dream remains dead and dormant
My stimuli's supplied by my endorphins
The mind's eye greater than pi and broadband
I break on through to the other side without doormen
It's not The Doors, man
I am equipped with a better memory chip than dolphins
With more keys to open more doors than four foremen
To executive's rooms where they walking on all fours man
Canines standing upright amongst you
Hated by swine, spreading the H1N1 flu
On some rabies shit, are you for 86?
Population control, make the babies sick
This is a war against consciousness
Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship
And I am on the front lines
Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime
[Chorus]
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4. _ Still Standing
Please do not run too fast
Stay off of the leaves
Do not play in the grass
And climb the trees
You can’t breathe
Let alone you get stung by bees
Lord Jesus, you're chest just might freeze up
13 months old with a lung disease
It almost took my life twice
Brought me to my knees
A system not designed for you to achieve
Release ? not every line will teach you to seize
But I roll to the top of my class like Cream
I'm like the Lakers in the 80's
So worthy I'm Kareem
Not on TV but my sweet 16s
Married the mic I love supreme
Exorcism I have for the American Dream
I am still standing
I am still here
[Chorus]
Still standing
I am standing
Standing
Still standing
I am standing
Standing
I have no dead body to grave
Never been ? double my expectancy
Stills standing like the pledge ?
My heart disintegrated in a million pieces
Listen this is life ?
Best speak multiple languages for unspeakable reason
? many places I have never been
? reach for the stars
[Chorus]
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5. _ Shine
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win, in due time
Show me the way, give me a sign
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
Look man, do not get my block pissed, we'll blast your brain
Two hundred thousand dollar whips and chains
Crooked cops, Crips, crack cocaine
2Pac, Chris, I'm still feelin' the pain
Seven year old girl, shot and slain?
What does it all mean? We go insane
In the struggle, the stress make him asthmatic
We're I'm from, we do not eat organic (talk about it)
You see my mama can not afford Whole Foods
She break fast for the bread, call it soul food
Where I come from ? let it breathe
Where I come from, no one runs when funds run low in lump sums
We chose to dump dumb dumb but live dunn dunn
We livin hum drum in the slums
Where scum conceal stun guns
The words mum for fun son
Conundrums, ain't pretty!
In this cess pool called New York Shitty
I call it that cause it smell like shit!
Walk around hunchbacked or you might get hit (talk about it)
I knew a nigga sold crack to his moms
That same motherfucker sold crack to his kid
Lookin like three hundred comin back from his bid
Like "Pharoahe, let's get this money for real"
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win, in due time
Show me the way, give me a sign
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
He said "Pharoahe, let's get this money up"
What the fuck, what you need me to holla at Steve Rifkin?
Hit him, "Escape from New York" like Snake Plissken
I told you from the gate that you needed more marketing
And these major labels are not listenin'
Stood in a B boy stace, teeth glistenin'
From the gold in his mouth, the summer breeze was whistlin'
I contemplated my retort, eyes fixed in
On a crucifix around his neck, I guess he was Christian
Just then, the police siren had pitched in
To the soundtrack of the hood, so I spoke with conviction
Spoke as if I was 6'10" with thick skin
Put a little bass in my voice like pitchmen
Cause where I come from
Where I come from, we all come from
Sky, moon, the stars, the Earth and Sun
Multiple skin tones, your blood is one
The pen is the ammo to my automatic gun
Bring to fruition what I write to get me out of the slums
And I'm a shine, sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Shine like the Sun, the world is mine
Each line of speech designed to transcend time
And reach, the unborn to transform your mind
And I'm a shine, shine
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win, in due time
Show me the way, give me a sign
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
Now New York if ya in the house and ya turnin' it out
Without a doubt, know what I'm talkin' about
Just scream and shout and everybody say
Sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Now Detroit with the funky beats, gettin' wild in the street
See the mark of the beast, say fuck the police
What up X?
Shine, sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Chi-town with the funky sound, soul by the pound
Just get on down with the w-w-woo! w-w-whoa!
Say sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
West coast, side with the most
Holdin your toast, ya brag, ya boast
What the ?, what the whoa!
Everybody say, sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (ya know)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (ya know)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (come on)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (come on)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (come on)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (come on)
I say, sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
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6. _ Haile Selassie Karate
[Chorus]
I said I ain't gangsta even though I grew up in the hood
I just wanna feed my people, so misunderstood
Strugglin (strugglin), hustlin (hustlin), tryin to make it right
I just wanna spread the light to help us free our minds
Well oh yeah, you are now in tune to www.fuckthemmotherfuckersradio
Where you will only hear racial shit
E plural pursued 'em, all seein eye, ocular exam
The Apocalypse, back by popular demand
Innocuous but still leave a stage with blood in my hand for the populous
Put a fist in the sky
"Licensed to kill" italicized into my ID or "Rocky Illuminati"
Haile Selassie Karate, John "The Beast" Mugabi
King Jaffe in the lobby with the fur made of a lion
The eye of hoarse mouths, I am vibrant
Prominent constellations of Orion (whoa!)
The reason why my stars are in alignment (uh)
The renegade, Allahu Akbar, rock star
Tossin homemade grenades, CD's at NYPD cop cars
Just to get the revolution to pop off
Fraudulent stock, funded with Louis Vuitton knock-offs
Hijackin helicopters, detonate your metropolis
While I'm in the cockpit, politicin like Stephanopoulos
And my esophagus is quite atomic when I vomit
It's bioengineered urbanonomics
The formula truth divided by innovative ebonics
Times smooth lime, crushed ice and a splash of tonic
Nigga my past lies are astronomic
Smokin hash in a cathedral with Nostradamus
At mass, discussin Martin Luther's "Free at Last" speech
Step on my British Walkers get your ass beat
[Chorus]
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7. _ Let My People Go
[Chorus]
I'm too high to get over, too low to get under
(Let my people go)
I'll make you feel so good you don't need to wonder
(Let my people go)
I'll take away the storm cloud, the rain and thunder
(Let my people go)
(Yeah, somebody say)
(Let my people go)
(Huh, somebody say)
(Let my people go)
Spit miraculously, sip draculas blood exsist for centuries
The body chemistry mends wounds, heals injuries
My ministry leaves the industry in a tail spin
Huh,I push the envelope like US mailmen
Huh, we need a leader who is not mischievious
Devious, from satan's grip to lead us
Won't retract the facts then act facesious
In fact the racks are packed with facts that teach us
Reach us, easily leave MC's speechless
Read from the palm of the non-believers
Some of them wonderin how they become underachievers
One of the best the perinial key note speaker
I got it, You want it, come get it so i'll flaunt it
And I will show you away
So let my people go today
[Chorus]
There trying so sell lies to the people huh
Knowing it's hard times for the people huh
I'll knock your ass unconcious
Put it up on Youtube,then film the sequel so it's free for the people huh
Go on ahead and download it I'ma teach you how
P is a prophet, a pastor, a preacher
With undisputable logic for blasting through your speaker now
I'm tyng to learn your monk ass, I'm trying to reach you now
But still your like who's this dude
Return to fix, shape the game like Rubics cube
Chick seems brolic now ruthless too
Spit the gospel on wax, what he chooses to do
Damn
Open your eyes man you've been bamboozled
By the usual plans hit up the middle like Stan Musial
If y'all are telling me todays music is suitable and appealing
Then I'm telling you the feelings are not mutual
[Chorus]
Young children before you pass on up
Who wants to see the crack of your ass and see your butt
You need to let it off, the people go
Past the collection plates and give me all of my dough
And if your wondering whats under my robe
An old rusty ass .38 snub nose
And just because your thinking my shit don't work
That's a (Gunshot)
Go on and try robbing my church
[Chorus]
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8. _ Clap (One Day)
You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigger.
Police eat a dick, straight up, you know why? Clap!
Clap on, clap off. Clap at 'em,
And I do not mean applause.
Rap nicer than Santa with no Clause.
Trapped twice as bananas with no chorus.
Uh, yeah, it's suicide murder.
In the hood like catalytic converters.
On the block like Lego.
In the streets like street light.
Three Little Pigs is what I be on these beats like.
In other words the police, say it, say it like Pac the police.
Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the underground.
Where little kids got it bad 'cause we brown.
Now who am I? P-Monch, from Do or Die, South Suicide, Queens, where I get down.
I peep surveillance in the street every summer.
You may not play lotto, but you know these numbers;
The 105th, The 103rd,
My peoples in Queens doing 13 if we get the urge to get on some tall Stock shit.
My brains a glock clip.
My lames be on some 1-800, cops shot shit.
Say we were gonna, say we were gonna get it together, yeah, yeah, yeah.
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day I said the people gon' clap!
Watch me clap to this!
We went from niggas to porch monkeys, to negroes, to blacks, back to niggas again.
Yet niggas is still hungry.
Abolish the N-word, the plan's so corny.
While homeland security cams are all on me.
They watch through the fiber optics.
It dawned on me that cops can just run in your spot quick without warning.
They educate the masses to follow, it's so boring.
I sat in the back of the classes, asleep snoring.
And they ask me why I'm vocal and animate
'Cause I lost my focus like governer Patterson.
And the ghetto is impossible to escape.
And the first obstacle is this tapeworm in my abdomen.
Spear-Chucker fuck that, I tossed javelins and $5,000 bills in the face of James Madison.
This is an American post mortem, to focus on your bogus NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM, clap!
Say we were gonna, say we were gonna get it together, yeah, yeah.
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day I said the people gon' clap!
Watch me clap to this!
Now everybody watch me clap! Clap!
Said the people gon' clap!
Now everybody just
No respect, no manners, it's Mad Max with multiple max.
Mad banana clips, and a black hammer that hits the back of a black talon.
Slew a hallow tips to the wall of your blue silence
And selective theatrics, collective dramatics.
I'm systematically pissed, clap automatic for me and Abu Jamal
Maybe I'm... peace are fanatics for peace, but ain't got a pacifist.
The Gospel, I spit it like Jesus of Nazareth and then infaticly clap.
At the obstacle, an impossible feat, the favime is not logical
But chronicle the thought of the people 'cause one day we gon' clap.
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9. _ Calculated Amalgamation
Yeah
Yeah
Uh huh
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
I was determined as damaged, psychologically
And still managed to gain a new perspective on the terms
Surround yourself with greatness
Found myself standin in a room full of mirrors
And even my reflections disrespects you like a freshmen during hazin
(What an amazing assessment)
The police book me for book smarts but who the promoters book now?
Raise the bar so high that the bar is afraid to look down
Spend nights in a castle, at dawn I'm a King
Play pawn to a Queen, put her throat in the tabernacle
So actually you should build a statue of my likeness in the center of
the city
(The women riddled with rose petals)
No justice, no peace, no settle
We Are Renegades, fuck your gold medal
The people are the majority
You can't survive without us, you need us
Attitude, never defeat us
Rebels, so please believe us
War on the streets of Egypt, my vocals a total eclipse
of Totalitarianism, you seem to mistreat us
So this is calculated amalgamation
One shit fired inspired by hope to arouse a nation
I, I am the renegade (renegade)
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10. _ Grand Illusion (Circa 1973)
[Chorus]
It doesn't take your eyes to see
What the pain won't take away
When they take that fear away
We're just caught up in the mass confusion
Confused by the grand illusion
They're never gonna let you see it
'Cause if they did, we'd all be free, yea
We're just caught up in the mass confusion
Confused by the grand illusion
We were told that the hell below was a firey inferno
I rediscovered my soul between the lines inside my journal
Trapped in a pen state of mind yo paternal
External gratification is not happiness eternal
Interject, intellect, intercept, internet
A slave majority where 5% benefit
PhotoShop amateurs, retouched photography
Pornography, sodomy, child labor economy
Put away your hope, same political policies
2010 only minus the Space Odyssey
It's gotta be a better way, we pray to hit the lottery
We all need a the-rapist...
For the robbery of our God and official public apology
An angel plotted to have organized confusion
You fell for the delusion, I'll expose the movement
Illusion
[chorus]
Professional analyst, rhetoric, ramblin'
Symbicort, Advair, Albuterol, Ambien
I change the channel on commercials when I'm channelin'
Everybody's a star, lights, cameras
Seventeen thousand times a day the human eye blinks
Making us even more subjectable to the hijinks
IPhone, iChat, who gives a fuck what iThink?
One world currency, doesn't matter where I bank
There is no pot of gold at the end of a mythical rainbow
We're uneducated contestants, life is the game show
Your leader is the host, the results are painful
The judges weave a web in which we all get tangled
Their only contribution to the world is a delusion
Which has no physical power, I offer you a solution
Pharoahe Monch the antonym for translucent
Lyrical revolution, I'll expose the movement
Illusion
[Chorus]
They're never gonna let you see it
'Cause if they did, we'd all be free, yea
We're just caught up in the mass confusion
Confused by the grand illusion
We're just caught up in the mass confusion
Confused by the grand illusion
We're just caught up in the mass confusion
Confused by the grand illusion
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11. _ Assassins
In 2013, the World Government placed sanctions against freethinking
individuals in order to force people to adhere to one way of life
An independently funded organization called (garbled speech)
hired 100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept
Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and executed
Only three remained
The third of which was said to own an arsenal
that would rival an entire city's police force
The second was rumored was to be able to move throughout space and time
And the first
Fasten your seatbelts for the last of the three assassins on Earth
The first flashin' her purse with a heat stealth
They call me Jean McCoy, the beast in me employed
To ploy deplorable through audibled, destructive actions attractive to Coy
Hey, pass to the Troy after, I'm passing your life over
He'll deliver it through river sticks, Hades, I'm cold, deliver it lady
My flow is limited, pray me some craze, whispering
"Stay on ya toes villains", it's Grae and your day's whittling (heeyyyy)
Blistering lines packed in six stick to spine
Rap with a sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame (oooooo)
Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you dick
brain?I'm just itching to slit veins
Stitch lines! Rip game!? Fuck yo lives
Sick range visions nigga, kick rocks or kick rhymes until the pain?
(liquor it or liver) Sippin' it, sippin' it like Capri Sun
Ignorant as ever, she clever, equivalent be none
A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion
You got the gall bastard to brawl with the broad bashers?
The ball's in your court, pass it!
You're worn in four faster than acid
with AIDS slapped on the back of a Kardashian
The wall crasher, you're all in the forecast
The gas pour in the corridors racking your doors blacking out
Catch Grae backing out the back door, cacklin'
Still make it back to the bar for last call
They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this god body probably
Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob Marley (Radical]
Never skateboard slang like "gnarly"
More like, we in our whip on our way to the top like Charles Barkley
You are hardly prepared to spar with a marksman spot me
I'm gambit with the ace of spades, I'm masterin' archery (Hercules)
Vermicular. Particularly the vernacular
Specifically the fits so when I spit it's spectacular and accurate
When I attack I'm more like Acura
Flip Bloomberg the bird, bitch, more blood than Blacula
More Christian scriptures encrypted with backwards vernacular
But sicker than most of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction
I am, that nigga for real
Per capita smackin' the next rapper that uses the term "swag" or thereafter
These three assassins get to ass whippin'
Prepare to for a professional ass that can shape shifts
spit, hollow tip clips mainly
Sick, ain't he? (Mind control)
Make you shoot your best friend in the face, Dick Cheney
My life is like a documentary film
depicted in black and white, flicks grainy (Geronimo!)
I'm on Guantanamo Bay takin' pics in a Captain Morgan pose
With my left foot on a pile of detainees screamin' "we are renegades!"
Fuck you. Pay me
(Jean Grae) Two. Where the fuck...no. Where the fuck is three?
(Pharoahe Monch) I know. I know. He's gonna be here
He gave me his word, trust me
(Jean Grae) Yeah, but he does this every time
(Pharoahe Monch) He's gonna be here trust me
(Jean Grae) He's gonna ruin this mission for us again
(Pharoahe Monch) Look, here he comes now
I be ridin' around with a stripper slash Burlesque model
I make it pop like my cock in Durex condom
I'm a -- opposite artist I find irony in goin
from bein' like a stone in the grass to rockin' the Garden
The same irony as goin' from fully automatic in the backyard
to havin' the whole machine behind me
I take my Australian bitches and show some other thangs
She know my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody brain
Don't try to get familiar, if I don't feel you in person
I'll flip the script and I'll accidentally kill you on purpose
The baddest when I'm flailing, I got so many furs
PETA gonna paint splash me when they see me, no matter what I'm wearin
Your bitch bout to open up, sniff some blow off of my dick
Guess you could say she on my coconuts
I'm on point like Chris Paul
you on point like an Atlantic City hooker that licks balls
I'm bout to flip in this bitch like Dominique Dawes
and shut shit down like a car when it stalls
I am the deadliest rapper, you claimin' that you flow like water
but really ya'll niggas Evian backwards
Marshall hit the jackpot with this flow that I got
I know when I'm hot
It's my show to stop holdin' my crotch
My whip cleaner than Amish men in honest ends
two dimes with me like I'm a twin cause I'm a ten
Okay, I'm in
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12. _ Black Hand Side
Great Pharoahe Monch yo
Yessir, what up P
Great styles be the ghost
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide
Give me five on the black hand side
Tell you what I see through the black mans eyes
Look like shit in a Cadillac a black man rise
But every different day a different black man dies
Shorty momma trippin' off a crack mans high
Now he watchin' tv lovin' tha bad guy
You know, pit bull watchin' the welfare check
You know he African, cause he ain't gettin' healthier yet
Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack
You don't know if it's there if your vision ain't abstract
We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats
Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that
Now I can tell you that I felt it
I still remember how a cell smell
Still remember how the pigs at
Family crying up on the? I couldn't have that
Open the door, and teach u all
Pass the blunt around hope that it reach us all
Now give me five on the black hand side
Ghost of Pharoahe Monch watch the black man rise
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide
Pharaohs and navajo chiefs, the way you makin' it rain
But? for a stripper with emotional pain
You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain
Cause brain, seed, plus soil equals food for the brain
My hood talkin nigga keep it simple n plain
To let me explain the game break it down n cutting the levels like Tetris
He shining his skill, a young blood for a necklace
Leave slumped over the wheel of you're Lexus
Smoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast
What tha fuck ya expect, a generation overly obsessed with mobsters
I revolutionary swarm Grammys and Oscars, imposers
Fake oras and weak shakas
Makin a mockery of the music that B.I.G. Pop stars
And they say I'm a saint
Cause I see the remains of the whips-n-chains
In my hood were it aint all good,
Peep the pain of a single mother she struggling
Young child slang, give me five on the black hand slide
Let's maintain like the soul train
And keep it moving together, I'm sayin'
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide
The black hand slide
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