Ice Cube - GTFOMF (Hard Left) lyrics

Follow no leader, and bow to no king Pray to no god, wake up from that dream You stick with that scheme? You a punk fish swimming upstream Against the sh** machine, my funk fit's picking up steam No idols excite me, they ain't even like me They lie to me pridefully daily and nightly Strike me as hustlers, them ads that they run Let's hang all these f**ers, they masters of none Buy yo everywhere I go, they all in my ear They bathe in my tears, infiltrate all my fears My statement this year is abrasive, but clear I may be severe, but I'll play it sincere, because Aw, sh**! I'm sick of Black music! It's useless! You rappers all front, but don't do sh**! Moaning all your lyrics - Grown male b**hes Diving in for riches wh When you should be digging ditches for yourselves Punk a** motherf**ing tap dancing Sambo Stand right next to that Klansman We don't need to waste no ammo 2 birds - 1 stone - Bro I got 1 mode Go hard or go home, this road here is my own When I get my rhyme on, your icons be bygone Cowardly lions - Get the f** off my lawn Progressive I live, with no f**s left to give So when White women "Whitesplain" what "Mainsplaing" is I'm like, "b**h, do I look like your global oppressor?" Where you think I learned the word "b*tch" from, Kenya? Keep guessing This language that we anguish with ain't even ours And neither are the streets, cars, weed or tar Drinks, bars, links, or cause Think and pause, before you pin it all on a little n***a talk That's Enlgish you penis, we negroes rip it off So opinions, advice, criticism, all types You can pitch it, that nice, but I dig no device Infringing on my right to get hype, wanna fight I toss and I turn with concern in the night I like that I struggle, I hate that I struggle No