It's overtime so the lyric
They fear it when they hear it
The flow 100 miles and runnin'
Get near it and go check it out
Go to the race
Give the drummer a taste
The bass iz comin' common'
Suckas runnin' from it
Damn, why you call him
The man here I am scram
Never ran, never fight the black
From Iraq or Iran, who bombed Japan
Blood on his hands
Part of a plan
He don't really believe
In uhh, goddamn
If it comes down
To shuttin' them down
I'm in the hood surrounded
Tell em I'm grounded
I'm on that psycho analytical
Tip if politics iz stickin' to
The mix like tricks
I'm one more time givin' time
Where the rhyme go elite to the street
To the brothas doin' death row
So where ya at if the beat ain't fat
Say what
C'mon and get some
Rattle rattle kiss and I hum
Come can you
Get it on the one
C'mon pick it up, pick it at
Pack it at, pack it up
To the black who be talkin'
Where they at, where they at?
Wicked wild feelin' irie, not sorry
Get it see it written down in a diary
Same say fuck all dat political shit but wanna get paid
When their brains in the second grade
Nowhere to run, here they come come
Nowhere to run, here they come come
I'm a fan first I reverse another trick verse
To the point where I can rock dis funky joint
In the brain game, I'm keepin' my head clear
In 33 years so what I never had a beer
I don't know what I'm missin', I'm not dissin'
But I know I ain't ass kissin'
Time to draw the line
This time the rhyme
Got da good guy goin' gettin' da nine
'Cause I know the hoody
Got it good wit the hitman
Can I get a hitman?
Know I'm duckin' nat quicksand
The funky automatic handlin' static
Sellin' out I ain't good at it
And when I got bumbed I'm gonna open up
Hitt 'em up, stone to da bone
But it ain't gotta be like that
And that's that
Can u tell me? Y'all what?
All in wit the law they fall in
The great white hole where they
Be sellin' their soul
Never get enough
They be talkin' dat roughneck shit
Be comin' they quit
Fuck dat blood iz ticker
Than water shit
That shit iz counterfeit
Devil go where da shoe fit
Black mans law iz raw like Africa
You violate we're comin' after ya
They're here

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