say Yes you may, well hey, let's get on with it Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted Out the vents of hecklers and fans Either which way they all hop on
I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin' Politicians lyin', I'm tryin' Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on From bringin, out the truth
kicking Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail That hung on my big toe, as I flow upward Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna
This is that dope-on-dope Smoke but don't choke on It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies Have been known to croak Unless them toke of it's the bomb For
hold in this love, I would choke Cause it's some potent shit like from Humboldt County on the West coast Yeah I think I fell in love again, it's on
do. That's why we tell the truth about what police do, son they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you. I'm glad the truth scares you, hit
the light of my mistakes And beggin' you, "Come home" And I know you need Some time to run and hide But the truth is hard to swallow When you're choking on
been feelin' like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smokin' trees Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me Watchin' niggas catch strays, shake, choke
in my environment, the roosters crow Man, black people don't own no ports or boats So tell me how the fuck we gettin' all this coke? Offa knowledge I choke, spittin' up truths
I am saying the truth (the truth) I am saying the truth (I said it true man) I am saying the truth (la verdad) I am saying the truth
that stand, realize the truth Knowledge intellect bringin' minds anew There's no way they can hold us down 'Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now Like a piss on
a total renegade Except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin' Politicians lyin', I'm tryin' Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on By bringin' out the truth
me achieve Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees Jealous hearted niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see Can't hide the truth
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you on what you say or
war is on (Back) And we gon' celebrate when you get murdered, deceased and gone Retaliation is a must when you fuck with us Tell me what was on your
you If you really want it, yeah my homies got a gun or two I take on every one of you, whut'chu wanna do Don't forget I got this whole club on my
you're scared to go to war Timid and frail why faith got ya geese Ya stolen the truth and that all your beliefs Are you aware son It's nowhere to hide
) Big fat (Badunkadunk) I love yo (Badunkadunk) Now tell da DJ (Badunkadunk) "I need a hundred one" Now put that ass in Burberry for Bentley Now go on put on