Why you n***as fighting over those crackah Grammies
Me, my n***as mack more these pretty black things
What the f** they know about hip hop?
What the f** they know about my block?
The sh** I slang rock better than your local dealer
Hush boy we ain't worried about the retailers
Nail the record when I spin then I email ya
You don't suit my tracks playa they come shiesty tailored
By any means I'm dressed in black, on an x mission
I'm in the cut ready to bust on a politician
I'm in her guts ready to bust on a pile of tits, son
Groups of past hits we call that an ex-mission
Ya'll can sit and worry about the f**in' illuminati
Me, my n***as marching up with the saw shotty
Ready to body a racist pig strolling by
We grab his walkie holla “I am somebody”
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Hook
This the sh** I ain't write for the radio
This the sh** that cause havoc through your audio
This the sh** by any means by the window
I had a dream I caused a riot through your stereo
(Repeat 1X)
Nah Mr. White Man I don't hate yeah
I'm barbaric we don't ask for no favors
Take a trip thru the city called “The Rock”
Let your daughter play in the same parks
See I'm a product of everything that you gave and made
I'm the offspring that you real love to hate
Pop bottles for what? What's to celebrate?
I'll advertise when my city receive a little cake
My momma said Shiesty you need to go to church
I smirk and say pray for us both I'm on a different search
But I hope he has my back on this verbal lurch
If he doesn't then I'll holla when I leave this earth
I hope it's not like Oscar Grant
I hope It's not like Graham in his momma pad
They can't be mad if I'm strap and I'm shooting back
They want peace then drop the piece that's called a cold fact
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Hook
This the sh** I ain't write for the radio
This the sh** that cause havoc through your audio
This the sh** by any means by the window
I had a dream I caused a riot through your stereo