[Black Thought]. Move, if you got the nerve. Lash out for your just desserts. It's not just the worth. Some of y'all heads up in the clouds. I'ma bring y'all back to earth.
"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans". . In this land I can't stand or sit. and not get shit thrown up in my face. A brotha never gets his props.
[Chorus]. They're givin us a mind fuck. They don't have to put our hands in cuffs. They can tell us stay put and that's enough. We bust, they feel the earth vibratin.
[Boots]. Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture. Ignited it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't insult ya". What I replied denied, but he mixin weed and hop.
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor. And help the damn revolution come quicker. Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor. And help make a revolution.
Now, when I go to bed it's almost time to wake up. Tryin' not to go to jail, tryin' not to cake up. And even when I serve soda it would be cold as fuck.
*sounds of smoking, coughing, and choking*. "Do you know what's green?". *DJ Pam cuts and scratches Cypress Hill "puffin on a blunt"*. [Boots]. Last night I puffed on my last blunt, damn that was a stupid stunt.
(Hey, how are you guys fixing to pay?). . Now check it, the topic of discussion. Is more than a financial profit. United Snakes won't stop it. Blow for blow, the flow with the commentary gets.
I ain't seen shit. I ain't heard nathan, I dont know what happen. I dont speak pig latin. I am a motherfucking true when its us against you. So fuck Starsky, Hutch and Inspector Clouseau.
Hey, how you do?. And if you don't already know about my partners. Let me introduce you to the nappy headed crew. The coup, Boots, E Roc and Pam the Funkstress,.
I know you motherfucker, know where you live. You're the cop that knocked in my partner Greg Wiggins' ribs. And it wasn't in a trip cause he's not a dealer or a pimp.
Now I shall tell a story that's filled with words. That start with the letter N. . Step into the world of a nigger, figure. To stay a little while so pack your bag up bigger.
See, I ain't never had shit. But my strife and my game and my life. And all thems is just hand-downs from my granddaddy. Limpin', the closest black folks ever came to pimpin'.
[Chorus]. Preacher man wanna save my soul. Don't nobody wanna save my life. People we done lost control. Let's make heaven tonite. Preacher man wanna save my soul.
Bush and Hussein together in bed. Giving H E A D head. Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said. Billions made and millions dead. . Work it out, set it up.
[Intro:]. Yeah!. That's right, that's right, that's right. Check it!. She ain't into designer clothes (Nah). She don't ask for diamonds and golds (None of that).
[Intro: Bernz]. No no!. No no!. . [Verse 1: Bernz]. I'm just in a different place;. See you on the other side!. Everyday a different state. This my everyday state-of-mind.
[Intro: Jay Z]. You're now rocking with the best. Just Blaze, Baauer. Bitches. Bow down. . [Hook: Jay Z]. Turn my music high, high, high, high, high. High, high, high, high, high, high, high, high....
For the first time in my life. I know how I want to go. Spin through the warm air. To a thousand feet below. The top of the world's the place. Where the canyons fall below.
INTRO:. If you a fly nigga tell it like it is, im a pretty boy. Why they wanna hate on my stees, i aint no shitty boy. Let us turn the heat up and creese.