It's dread and city
Complex, hell as shitty
Ain't kiddin', at night am I bullshitin'
Slain spittin' in the face of all you niggas bitchin'
Fist mixin', I'm freakin' it like a fool's chicken
Flea flickin', off the nuts of a roughneck chicken
Slit stickin', yeah only if it's fit for hittin'
Probably like the kittens, for the sex fully transmittin'
Glock grippin', yes strictly when the crack is fillin'
Ain't forgettin', my niggas that reside in trickin'
The loot gettin', the system punani hittin'
The noise sendin', the car jackin' fendin' bendin'
The guy body, that five percent that ain't sinnin'
If blood is spillin', another nigga's trigger illin'
Ain't feelin', shit for the blacks he killin'
Unrevealin', that cracker up in Paddison
Who busted a criminal's mind for his pack in one
I swear to God black people bets to wisen up
About the ex slave, why he never gave a fuck
You pick the cotton, coffee beans and you cut the sugar
But now in 95 an ex slave's a useless nigga
Mad fools get money, niggas do for self
'Cause right now your future's in the hands of someone else
And I gotta mention that pigs cause hypertension
No superstition, see all of this is non-fiction
Sit back and listen, to this one there's no intermission
The honey dippin', 'cause she's essential to my clique and
Styles killin', paradox to kick your grill in
I put skill in, this Hip-Hop shit I'm feelin'
In every album, I put another fuckin' style in
Buck wildin', 'cause Hip-Hop is my isle and
Two pussies, four, six, eight, ten, twelve pussies
Dead and buried
It's very scary, to be fuckin' with every, nigga in me
In these styles you won't come baby
I do them naturally
Poor righteous teachin' into the speaker while I'm speakin'
In to teach you freakin', 2 million blacks and Puerto Ricans
I ain't for greeting, those that talk that tells the squeezin'
Magazines and, the souls of blacks for any reason
So stop the treason of the culture devils you belief in
The envy, lust, that jealousy that reach the greedin'
It's the book y'all readin'
Now let yourself see that's succeedin'
It isn't pleasin' to hear the reasons why you needin'
That's why you feedin', you children trick or treatin'
Worshippin' demons, following these Europeans
Christmas tree and easter bunny basket weavin'
You thanksgivin', the slaughter of the Indians
You ain't seein' the God within my state of being
And the dead spirits, the reason why you ain't seein'
You hold in, you feelings, blood got you in
Mistreatin', the Earth's the birth of spiritual reasons
Tongue freezin', powder sniffin', nose bleedin'
Wait leavin', at a New Jersey turnpike speedin'
Every weekend you come to hear some rapper speakin'
Some bullshit designed to keep your spirit shrinkin'
The sister's winkin' and I wonder what she's really thinkin'
Am I down for creepin'?
Wanna get me in between the sheets and
I'm a married man, got a wife and son and 20 sheep
With a house and farm, because my peoples got to eat
Refuse to sleep and don't say much 'cause talk is cheap
Make conscious moves, because I practice what I preach
You know the drill the shit is real slang spit is comin' at cha
In the 95 niggas