BailoBeats - Plantation Politics lyrics

[Intro: Chris Wise] BLACK. MARKET. WARES [Verse 1: Chris Wise] Look around Blunt wrappers and crushed fillings Became A blunt rapper just to crush villains Come to our village Behold slavery's effects upon our children Plantation Politics! Gave us all rocks, but no scholarships We pop poison Ciroc to build our sorrows in Got hung over, save ourselves tomorrow then Turnin' tricks, clutching dicks Told me she modeling? Quicksand, tryna free my soul Waterboards can't break our spirit They said "Wise you was speaking too low" Maybe y'all n***as just couldn't hear it! Said "waddup" to d**h, couldn't fear it Cuz that's the master plan Copies of the new Blueprint? I'm at the booth, cash in hand Brooklyn: that's the home field Bringing back that Attack of the Clones feel My fam-lay sling rock and roll No fronts when I'm talkin gold Beast mode don't flinch Talk slick, get pinched See hawks stay watchin The unwise get Lynched! I remain at peace But it's a war outside, don't sleep Bodies drop, blood stain my cleats Hi-steppin' in the primetime I'm tryna stay clean! Put my head down and just go Put the lead down and just flow Then I hope you can understand These conflicts of a man These conflicts of a man These conflicts of a man No pops there to hold my hand No pops there to hold my hand No pops there to hold my hand When I stumbled out the gates Now I'm picking up the pace And my vision's getting clearer Promised land getting nearer Get my Swiss up, then jet to Geneva Feds intercepting receivers Trap crackers But I'm Cam Newton The Black Panther And all my War Eagles is young ba*tards Based in the struggle To my Africans starving I got you And I love you I got you I love you [Verse 2: Chris Wise] One day I spoke with K-Dot Other day built with Skateboard Everyday build wit my grandmoms Said "you only get what you pay for" I never listened, and I'm paying for it So many costly mistakes/ Ask Kobe how he lost that 8 Just a youngblood tryna find my way Still broke but it's fine by me/ All this strife just temporary Gimme til about February I need that rent and I'm grind'n hard Behind these bars is a boy still scarred But The Man took charge and demanded some heart: "It's war time, strap them boots on yo feet! n***a!" Whole hood smell like chitterlings Gotta clean these guns up off the street! And I'm off the beat 'cuz Plantation P is over Bronx is burning, we got to leave RIP Ramarley, we are you And you are we Still alive and I'm mostly free Right on the frontlines, where I'm 'posed to be No punchlines, no more jokes Cleared my mind, no more smoke You can't define this one of a kind And I hate to rhyme but I gots to speak I gots to be I just got to be! The man, the myth, the legacy Spit recipes til the checks increase And investments peak I hope we see some brighter days Playing in the streets, no right-of-way Watch my brothers k** each other, tell me what the bible say These are the survival days Choose your side and find your way You can follow me to Zion Knowledge is the vital key Knowledge is the vital key Knowledge is the vital key [Outro] AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!