(Old man) So... um, we're gonna cut sacks (?) though. I've got myself a filipino, they are also good, but all I can say is it's a different style Ok, we'll start now (Bambu) Uh, this ain't a rap song You know where you at homes You know there's a hundred of us in that cadillac You know Filipinos yo Might spill my 40 on the couch, but my mom and tripping though Cos she got plastic rapped around it like a ciaco (?) I'm from the blood of savages they brought to world fairs Chained up to a poll for caucasians to point and stare scared The one's who could not drop from the calibers the army had So they made higher calibers, the .45 mag White flag, drench it in blood until it go dark red You ain't gonna know until there are about a hundred of us outside lit ready to bump heads Hunt heads, the cannibal appetite buried way down in my DNA, bein a G and they target the DEA making it unlikely I give a f** anyway We are the reason marines where a leather neck I'm talking island style, we cut ear to ear, right-left We call that a Manilla-cut necklace And I bet you my knife click, and like one flip you see blade Then I get Leo hit on on you gonna cut no matter what you say I'm just saying Well, I guess it's a rap song You know where you at homes I'm feeling like Mike dream, holding a krylon when that mic on My mommy told me that the bishop from the village church, took your women to see god but he would rape them first I'm such a Debby downer The local eye, the tanner I already know the issues surrounding the native homies in Out in Little Earth, the homies in CenCal, the homies who stuck in the federal box but don't know when they get out I come from Calcut just to scrap against the Spanish sword And that's been with me since before they cut my momma's cord Is that resistance? I repeat words from my older tracks And This ain't really different from these other f**er's dumb raps Accept the sh** I say Go rally folks like Abbie did Carager(?) in a dodgers jersey challenging all of your politics And when I say Bernie, and mean burn that f**ing CVS Grab me a couple of 40s, I got a couple of homies that just laid some homies to rest And I bet that my knife click, and like one flip you see blade, then I go drunk uncle on you and get on your motherf**ing face (Old man) You should see my aim to decapitate, I'll take your head off Well after the show I might slash you (Bambu) Yeah it's a rap song You know where we at homes We in the middle of literal poverty when we go back home We immigrant minded Criminal Science Will bend the rules a bit The news will trick these stupid kids into viewing the world through a crucifix (Filipino?) They have sold off another election to give to the riches and fill up our prisons and let them go at it turning these good kids into the victims (Oldman) When I lead with a thrust When I want to take take half of your body, and perfect delivery And I said that I cut you in your eyes That is perfection (Bambu) We gonna get it open like a bu*ter fly knife (repeated) bu*terfly knife (repeated)