Free P

(album: The Layover Mixtape - 2008)

Boss Hogg serve crews to new waiters
Bars hard to open like newspapers
BMW, Bob Marley and the Wailers
Every scene fit the new label, meet the tailors
Real power people, the root of money's evil
Still root for the bad guy 'til he get even
Locked to the beat, I'm not leaving
Almost winter, still not leaving, uh
I don't pop but uprock
But set up shop, blow ear drums and whatnot
It's been ten years since I hit the bus stop
And can't get a call from what what the bloodclot
Made it through the war, skin torn from shrapnel
Mr. Slow Flow's back tagging on Capitol
Bucket got caught, I guess you can't have it all
This time Cats & Dogs matches in alcohol

You're now rocking
Free P, free Sid Roams beats
For the kids to street, the rest could see
The real power's ours
You two cowards reflect our downfall
Obsessed with dollars
I wonder what landmark's next
One anarchist cookbook from death, the far far left
Gone 'til they invest in firepower
In the 25th hour, the wild wild West
It ain't the best situation
It's the part, I play my cards and still ace 'em
Poker face dumb, with cash I make off
The Layover's here, still waiting to take off
Fuck the hand I'm dealt, fuck the world
Say nothing, my actions speak, my words the introduction
It's tough love in '08, can't wait
'Cause the others late, I'm like Dre, always into something