44633, DEATH TO THE PIGS.... Posted by Pinko_Panther, Thu Apr-27-06 07:47 PM
...is my basic statement/ I spit street stories til I taste the pavement/ Tryin' to stay out the penn where we face enslavement/ Had a full-proof hustle til they traced the payments/ I was grippin' my palm around some shitty rum/ Tryna find some number one fifty one/ To forget what I'm owed, as a clutch the commode/ Its time to put down the bottle and come get the gun/ Lets get off the chain like Kunta Kente with a Mack 10/ They want us gone like a dollar in crack den/ Steadily substractin' seeds and stems/ Mind clouded from the weez and phlegm/ Now take my brain off of that and the jesus hymns/ If we waitin for the time to fight these is thems/ They tellin' us to relax, while they ease it in/ We gettin greased again/ The truth I write is so cold it'll freeze my pen/ I'm Boots Riley its a pleasure to meet you/ Never let they punk asses ever defeat you/ They got us on the corner wearing pleather and see through/ All yalls are gold mines and they wanna deplete you/ I ain't just finna rap on a track/ I'm here to clap on them back/ And its been stackin' to that/ 500 years before Iceberg ever leaned back in a 'Lac/ Before they told Rosa 'black in the back'/ Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in the sack/ Til' Gil Scott traded rappin' for smack/ This be the launch of your platinum plaques/ I'd rather see a million of extatic to scrap/ Cuz if we smackin' em back/ We're automatically stacked.
^^^Its a killer verse. One of the best in years.
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