you try to catch wreck Smack the back of your neck,and take your Youth Core check I make more dough than Gregory Peck Never have to raise a fist, I keep
, bad habit shit Made me twist it, one twenty disctrict shit Pillage be the senate, throw darts like Masons Garment Rennaissance, patrionts, hold the blood like tampons Baby conduct, put your fist
of story many n-ggas don't live to tell it, I put my life in this sentence, like a convicted felon, Victory is mine, climb a mountain raise my fists and
because no one cares about your fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots for future rain, for future reign Add one more kill to raise your
gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
your lips I think you're one of the infamous Sisco Kid I leave your mysterious unsolved if you get into shit like this When I clutch my fist I dismiss
niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts Step into my office 'cause it's time for you to roll somethin' One
we got you fooled You thought you could end it in one clean swoop. But you can't stop the mosh pit Look at the people who are raising their fists! Repeat
t care less A need for revolution's rising It comes to the surface, gasping for air We're not putting up with this planet One more day much less one
t slam locks It don't open when your fam knocks 'Less you rich and have stocks Fight the power like a motherfucking Zulu It's The Coup plus Kanume and Mutulu So, raise
a fuck less keep my business quiet as kept, mothers in that black dress headed back to my fuckin hood project born ridge grove hustla raised gangsta raised
niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin One
't care less A need for revolution's rising, it comes to the surface, gasping for air, we're not putting up with this planet one more day much less one
niggaz out Takin this pencil, across the brain Ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained all out my system, take em, and then I twist em Put em out one
Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock the missles Let off one, stay in your lane Everybody got issues, I'm drunk off the rum Numb, one case got thrown
catch wreck Smack the back of your neck, and take your YouthCore check I make more dough than Gregory Peck Never have to raise a fist, I keep my stunts
spark In the heart and the soul for a man to embark On his quest for freedom And if they stand as one, then no one can beat em Always told when to live
or crippled in their fear Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist Raised in