8th - Political Gangstas lyrics

[Hook] [Apathy] [x2] It's all gangstas gangstas at the top of the list So I play my own sh** it goes something like this [Verse One] [Apathy] You can try to shoot a pistol but the wounds are superficial In comparison to h**ne addiction when it hits you We're proud to be Americans when arrogance is in you From the second the vagina spits you till you're dyin' a cripple The crime is when we're k**in' innocent Iraqi children But what? We should turn to pacifism till crash into our buildings Till the ga**es start spillin' over ma**es of civilians Tryin' to ma**acre a billion when they pack a transistor into your fillings When the governments the villains When they watch with hidden cameras that's up inside your ceilings It's cold at night Even in the summer I shake I crumble and break while dirty bombs thunder and quake I feel philosophical now, with all that Apathy knows Reality blows So I watch reality shows And feel blanketed when television circuits are bright I'm searchin' at night To channel surf until the perfect light Purchase a wife While fabricated idols gets activated Originality was a**a**inated I cried when it died Screamin' to help stop the bleedin' But nobody understood the strange language I was speakin' I'm over your head Oversize fitted are skull caps I radiate the way Aviator jackets and throwbacks I go back Before the Rittlin and the Prozac When rap was pro-black You s**ers don't know Ap I rip mics But only solve problems with fist fights Just because I'm smooth don't mean that I treat a b**h right My insight extends from sunlight to the twilight But at night I'm ignorant and can't get my mind right [Hook] [Apathy] [x4] It's all gangstas gangstas at the top of the list So I play my own sh** it goes something like this [Verse Two] [Celph Titled] Yo I ain't tryin' to hear nothin' from you so save it No demo tapes I'm only listenin' to my favorites of cla**ic rap greatest hits Why at one time was hip hop music so sacred Now they made it so easy, kids with home computers is makin' it I remember studio sessions were special DAT machines and reel to reels, no CD burners and no ma** appeal Too much of somethin' is not good, on the contrary The rap telemarketers are chief executive officer Board room O.G.s in leather swivel chairs Laughin' at the sh** we talkin', all them oversize clothes we wear But f** it We sell murder And sell to herds of Children who hear the same sh** that's used to sell burgers But I ain't sympathizin' and you heard it from the horse's mouth Cause I'll bust guns and turn happy homes to an orphan's house One of the best in rap's history to hold a mic And real Cuban who thinks the movie Scarface is over hyped So all you rappers scratch it off your favorite movie list Or find yourself bleeding next to a pile of empty uzi clips Stop idolizin' Get your own style I ain't rockin' gold teeth cause they'll provoke me to smile Though for a while I looked for hope but couldn't see any And it didn't look right like a mohawk on P. Diddy Get them some cheese cake to flaunt But I'd rather sell 3H to juniors and I ain't talkin' about the restaurant [Hook] [Apathy] [x4] It's all gangstas gangstas at the top of the list So I play my own sh** it goes something like this