Steadily subtracting seeds & stems Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm Numbing my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems Tellin us to relax while they ease it in. We gettin greased again. The truth I write is so cold, Itll freeze my pen Im Boots Riley its a pleasure to meet you Never let they punk ass ever defeat you They got us on the corner wearing pleather and see thru All yalls gold mines they wanna deplete you I aint just finna to rap on the track, Im finna to clap on em back And its been stackin to that Five hundred years before Iceberg ever leaned back in the lac Before they told Rosa black in the back Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in the sack And Gil-Scott tradin rappin for smack This beat alone should get platinum plaques Id rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap Cause if we bappin em back we automatically stacked. youtube/watch?v=fZ_gFyB6GnA
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 02:45:48 +0000
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