We The People
(专辑: We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service - 2016)
We don't believe you 'cause we the
people I'll still be in the
rear, yo, we don't need you You ain't a
killer nor good, young nigga, move When we get hungry we eat the
same fucking food The
ramen noodle Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, reliable to pull a
juju The
irony is that this bad bitch in my lap She don't love me, she make bunnies, she gon' study that She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back She gon' take the
brain or weather plain, she spit on that The
doors are signed with, don't try to rhyme with VH1 has a
show that you could waste your time with Guilty pleasures take the
edge off reality And for a
salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically The
OG Gucci wasn't spitting with iguanas The
IRS piranha see a
nigga getting commas Niggas in the
hood living in a
fishbowl Gentrify here, now it's not a
shit hole Trendsetter, I
know, my shit's cold I
ain't said it yet because I
ain't so bold, hey yo All you Black folks, you must go All you Mexicans, you must go And all you poor folks, you must go Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways So all you bad folks, you must go The
fog in the
smog of new media that logs False narratives of guys that came up against the
odds We not just nigga rappers with the
bars It's kismet that we cosmic with the
stars You bastards overlooking street art Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the
charts So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians Fuck you know about true competition? Just like the
[?] picture that talking about he hitting The
only ones who's hitting are the
ones that currently spitting We got your missie smitten rubbing on a
little kitten Dreaming of a
world that's equal for women with no division Boy, I
tell you that's vision Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten The
Tribe be the
best in they division Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision Who can come back years later, still hit the
shot? Still y'all tryna move me off the
fucking block Babylon, bloodclot Two pon yo headtop, yeah All you Black folks, you must go All you Mexicans, you must go And all you poor folks, you must go Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways So all you bad folks, you must go