Lyrics
The battle field line is razor thin
Only take a second to pop a weapon
I’ll blow the house down, walls caving in
And if I’m so hot then why I’m not making ends?
Cause I’m making progress, still drunk off an 1/8th of Hen'
I’m just like you, hollow tips in my rifle
I don’t bang to bang, I bang for survival
We not orangutans, we lions and tigers
My people’s locked up from San Quinton to Rikkers
So, give us free
The rebels still shine through me
These crackers is crooked, like cracks in the street
I’m back looking like Tookie, I’ll fracture the beat
Kindergarten Cop governor, I laugh when he speak, ha
Let’s get serious, conspiracy theorist say it’s over in 2012
They wrote it on the pyramids
So let’s get it, before they get us
Arm full of scriptures and still don’t even get the picture
They’d rather see me in a box (locked)
Rather see me in a box (dropped)
Six feet down (six feet down)
Get down L. A
We get’s down The Bay
They get’s down N. Y
They get’s down in the Chi'
They get down A.T.L
They get’s down in the fields
We get down
(Six feet down)
I write raps for the brokest motherfucker in the room
The dude, who leave my show to a fridge with no food
Wanna rob the local liquor store but got no tool
Can’t get a job cause his resume ain’t got no school
Oh you so funny Bambu you crazy
Your girlfriend got bleach blond hair, she’s shady
Malcolm, Martin, spark with no warning
Fuck a house pet, so long as children is starving
The alarm is not alarming so it shouldn’t be foreign
When a child don’t eat and the big homie go and arm 'em
Till then, we just keep rapping over drum loops
Nick James, make that thing bang like porn stars do
Cars do donuts and low riders go up
And west coast heads yell «fuck you holmes» when cops show up
Roll up another, watch the ashes on my diamond tee
The blogs keep buzzing while pigs try and silence me
I rap for the people that’s appointed pall bearers
They bury your homie 'round every fall semester
Still go to school getting A’s all clever
But B’s and C’s creep up in all weather
Mama’s up late, praying we don’t fall never
But that’s the inevitable, spots is available
At forest lawn every plot is re-sellable
Read a eulogy, every stories re-tellable
Obituaries in the box
Next to a gun and a knot
You are not about to be the next one
See you shot people in the pen mixing Top Ramen
Make a ho spread, drink till you vomit
I’m just like y’all, we got something in common
I dedicate you everywhere, really that’s a promise
With family locked up and your father’s gone
Then we just alike, we can share this song