Remember when hip hop could tell the future? [Verse 1] When the scene unfolds Young girls 13 years old Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank Got more stretch marks than these hoes Hollin they got rank See Sega aint in this new world order Dem experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia United Nations, overseas They trained assassins to do search and seize Aint knocking or asking Dem coming for niggas like me Po white trash, like they Tricks like her back in slavery Concentration camps lace with gas pipes lines Infernos outdoors like they had back When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945 Listen to me now, believe me later on In the future look it up Where they say it? Aint no more Constitution In the event of a race war Places like operation heartbreak hotel Moments tear until air tight vents seat off despair Dem say expect no mercy Fool you should be my least worries got to deal with Where my W-2s, 1099s Unmarked black helicopters swoop down And try to put missiles in mines [Hook] Whos that peeking in my window POW nobody now [Verse 2] Me and my family moved in our apartment complex A gate with the serial code was put up next The claim that this community is so drug free But it dont look that way to me cause I can see The young bloods hanging out at the sto 24/7 Junkies looking, for a hit of the blow, its powerful Oh you know what else they tryin to do Make a curfew especially for me and you the Traces of the new world order Time is getting shorter if we dont get prepared People its gone be a slaughter My mind wont allow me to not be curious My folk dont understand so they dont take it serious But every now and then, I wonder If the gate was put up to keep crime out or to Keep our ass in [Hook] Whos that peeking in my window POW nobody now [Verse 3] Listen up little niggas Im talking to you About what yo little ass need to be going through I fall a victim too and I know I shouldnt smoke so much But I do with the crew everybody on the average bout 4 or 5 Im lucky to be alive at sunrise now I realize the cost After I lost my best friend Bean I recognize as a King Who am I to tell you to stop smokin Now youre open to disease and colds And aint 16 years old, this shit has got to stop Lets take a walk through detox I want outta this hole Im in a cell under attack Loc up folks they in the hood, got an eye on every move I make open your face to info you aint know Cause its kept low how the new world plan Reeks the planet without the black man So whats your angle? Try to separate me from the blood Is disrespect like coming in my home and not Wiping your feet on tha rug The Citron Absolut has got me bucking no hang With no phony Lookout for the man with tha mask On the white pony On my back are bills staying off my toes Always on my heels Insane, plain soldiers coming in the dark by plane To enforce the new system by reign Tag my skin with your computer chip Run your hand over tha scanner to buy you dish now No more fishing for your fish Kiss tha days of tha old days past ways gone Mind blown, conception, protection My name on your selections but I caught you Coming POW! {Use that tool between your two shoulders.... brain.. cell.. therapy}
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 20:03:00 +0000
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