Cam Capollo - X-Rated lyrics

[Malcolm X soundbite] "That's exactly what's wrong with you! You do too much singing! Today it's time to stop singing, and start swinging!" [Verse 1] Now As a kid I was a notty-headed rascal, bashful Now I'm a militant n***a, like Castro with an afro! The last hope for this hip hop genre, I'm a sponsor For good weed, and Good Karma Entrepeneur, the ganja consumer The rap Al Capone making mobster maneuvers WAIT! I got a confession, that last line was my best Nas impression And that don't show signs of progression What's on my mind? I ain't wrote in so long Truth be told, I ain't even know how to approach this song I see bombed churches, lynchings, K-9's barking Fast forward 50 years: LOOK AT TRAYVON MARTIN Same story: we just lost another law-abiding citizen Whats new? A priest going raw inside a kid again! What? It really happens so I got the right to spit the sh** But I won't elaborate, cuz I ain't into politics Even though it's sad to say, I just lost a scholarship Along with my grades, I admit I let my dollars slip You live, you learn: the cycle of life But live right, whether m**m or Disciple of Christ I don't know if I was dreaming, or the Henn had me trippin But I swear I had a vision of Big L's apparition That's why I don't like sippin, L said "I see you baby pa keep spittin!" NOW THAT'S DEEP! The street-living ain't cheap, you gotta pay a cost And before it's said and done, son, you WILL take a loss Now I ain't tryna tell the next n***a how he should survive I'm just saying I ain't doing jail time for NAN ni**a! And even if you stuck slinging pizza and fries That beats living in prison fixing broken transmittors Your cellmate keep asking "Yo homie, what you in fo? (info) Oh a little indo? I know how that go" Then he offer you a cigarette and say "Yo, you smoke?" But don't take it, cuz on the low he probably be a rapist When you see him in the shower, and you bu*t-naked Stab him with the shank that you made from that BFF bracelet! It's your life, you chose it, you embrace it It sho s**s for you that we can't trade places Until we meet again and you back on the street Cam Capollo on the beat make my cypher complete! b*tchHHHHH! BIOOOTCH!! [Malcolm X] "You don't have a revolution in which you love your enemy! Revolutions overturn systems! A revolution is bloody!" [Verse 2] Your own people turn against you, LOOK AT MALCOLM X! But all snakes get spotted from this falcon's nest Living without regrets, though I'm a tad pessimistic If you ever cross me you best expect a visit So don't be surprised when we bring that drama to SU CASA! Gone be hard to watch like when Scar took out Mufasa! Never compromise for nothing, even if it means dollars Because more money means more problems And more problems means more stress, and more stress = early d**h Shall I go more in depth? Is you deaf? If you owe me a debt, then your best bet Would be to pay me and try to make that check stretch! Yes, yes, motherf**er FNBe LifeStyle! Dropping purple-colored leaves in my Green White Owl Last week made a trip to the store on my street To get rillos, that n***a made me show ID I'm 19! Well f** it, I just took it as a compliment Mama had a babyface, and her genes (Jean's) dominant! So Ima get the props, that I'm rightfully deserving I just play it humble, cuz I don't like to be a burden I rap like it's the 90's cuz I'm ill like that And if I talk like I'm the best it's cuz I feel like that! Still I act nonchalant like I ain't got no troubles Kick the defense while they're down, going in: NO HUDDLE! My whole squad get live, n***a what's your rebu*tal? Everyday is a HIGH when you live like I! These n***as don't listen I try to tell em what they should know Tried to give em food for thought, I guess they had that plate to go Marc be the name, Money be the alias I'm from a place where ain't no love for a thousand-mile radius Maybe it's just me, but I can't let my culture die Because real artists never perish, WE MULTIPLY! "Ma I wanna be a rapper!" She gave a dull reply She said, "That's a bold claim for a no-name" From long range, spot a poser in my domain Slowly approach and aim, get low, and blow his brain Music laced with novacane, used to say my flow was lame Now I bet they know his name! Mane I am known as the Spliff-Master, and that's apparent cuz my lips blacker Than tarred cement pouring onto a brick plaza Only concerned with the big matters When I was 13, you couldn't call me a kid rapper I'm just tryna maximize my green I'm talking filthier than 5 fiends with bad hygiene Is it so much for me to have dreams to ride clean? Like the stars on the widescreen? NAH MEAN!?! Take em back to the essence, they probably don't remember that I was in the booth before I knew about a democrat! © $MARCx 2013