Over 100 soldiers died this month, I drop info
Out of a hundred, the majority was
Negroes
George
Bush is on the roll like a round hero
They still find the human
remains at ground
zero
They found them in the sewer,
yeah it shows
All men, yo, I guess that's why
they call it a manhole
When we say
BET, we ain't tryna spell bet
Black
Entertainment,
Papoose is the best
Now
Serena, wait till my album drop
He hop up, I clap him in his hip
You could call it hip -hop
Rappers be actin' like they
tougher than they really is
So I sit him in wheelchairs like
Jada pickin' kids
You was puttin' your
sneakers on the wrong feet
When
Pa poose was reppin' for the streets
Man, the feet,
you might as well face your defeat
Look, partner,
I had you lookin' at the feet
Like a foot doctor
Uh, they say the game has
the belly of a beast
Blunts for fingers and hol
low tips for teeth
Wire taps for ears,
Nike ears for feet
Blasphemy for prayers,
a system for a heart
Rap music for beats, heroin for a son
And is married to the streets,
crack pipes for lungs
And he never sleeps,
just spas with dice in his eyes
Loves life cause he likes when it dies,
with a baking soda soul
He caught fuck pleasure,
clothes made out of dollar bills
That he sold together,
he knows, he's clever
Jealous his house,
all the liquor that's poured out
Goes right in his mouth,
rides around on a straight bullet
With prostitutes, pimps,
dope dealers and killers
was tied to it to pull it,
TV in his head
Stripper slide down his legs
And he's known to ride
around with the feds
He's out there, out there, out there,
out there, out there
Don't call me the ghost no more,
call me the phantom
Real brothers love a street,
brothers understand them
This is for the man with his
hand on his cannon
Right at this moment,
I know we need atonement
But
Malcolm is dead and
Martin is dead
The gun is the barber,
let me know who on the part in they head
And I'm back to the clip, feel to the top
Ill grill with a bop,
police comin' through, kids still a rock
I don't give a
F like I wanna die, cause I'm gon' die
You too, figure, don't go who, figure
Wanna play the game,
find out who's who, figure
After you do that,
find out who's true, figure
A lot of brothers died over
BS, nonsense
School of hard knots,
no parent -teacher conference
Gotta learn the rules real fast, move fast
Stand up and mash so they
know that you ass
Ooh, yeah, yeah, say that
Before it was radio, before it was videos
Before it was magazines,
put the cameras down
This what it was, it's
Cypher
360 degrees of cypher,
show y 'all cats how to rhyme, man.