smugglers Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers What's the word ya'll, flip that erb raw Clap (clap clap) that's the bird call If the cops are coming
book Of what's allowed, what's right and wrong Oh yeah, there's those who only criticise yet offer Nothing new solutions? Ideas? No, just raked up shit What
city laid out like a carpet drown below Still the fires from last nights attack among the rubble glows Black puffs the anti-aircraft guns has come alive
You don't need blackies to be rap heroes Just brains and put 'em to the test Not a fourth damn small and a muscle-bound chest Criss Cross, what can I
MC's can't get with the style that's goin' on Then they need to sit down Do your thing Mack, do it to 'em, nigga Ahh, whassup? What you don't know, what
{Man1: talking} you think they have any idea you think they know were coming {Man2: talking} those people are paranoid they figure somebody's coming they
of what was in store This infant so frail must not grow to be strong The world was at risk if she waited too long So veiled by the blackness of night
prisoner You walk where angels fear to go Thou shalt soon embrace the reckoner Thy halo of glory, hope's true gage May prove to be an evil pilgrimage
we be conquering, reconstruct with surgery On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt Companies perfected how to jerk Crews come
me positive (can't touch us, can't touch us) Ya mafucking right son (can't touch us, can't touch us) Black man, black woman coming together For love,
each attack worse than the last. Death will not wait long. Her final days are flickering past. Dear God, helpless, helpless! MONTRESOR But what
"what is your style and what is your clan? " "the soldier, and uses military style." "oh? so there may be a war." [killa
nothing but a small fry Weak MC coming up for a black guy So don't provoke a saga Cause you'll catch amnesia just like the central park jogger That's what
the brain about pain affliction Grab my hand, hold it tightly Close your eyes and maybe you might see what I see Yo, what I said simplistic But what
A sea breeze echoes softly it's song echoes through your mind, leaves you thinking of tomorrow and the life you left behind. Come turn your head to face
a million man march Attack of the man in black like Jordan playin' on a train Yo my game on track, mad ice for my wife No care for what it costed Had
it sparks just like the unicorn 'Donna come through everyday my uniform Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches Crackhead niggaz get stitches So what