Pat Battle - Island Life lyrics

[Richard Pryor] Police got a choke hold out here man. They choke n***as to d**h. That mean you be dead when they through. Did you know that? [Verse 1] The bacon in blue is a bad master Step forward, get blast backward My trap be flappin' like a mad pastor I don't preach, I just rap ba*tard Say my peace - We seek more Who are we? We the meek and poor Yeah of all colors, brothers we deplore When the rhymes are weak and the beat's a bore I deliver the dinner like I'm a pizza boy Servin' s**as my slice of life No hype, no lights My mother f**in' vice? The mic Wanna roll dice tonight? I bet I'll beat you in this battle of wits I'll plead the first, you can handle the fifth When dat goes piff, my candle is lit The wick goes quick - I spit dope sh** I get no hits on the buzz meter No hits on the pop charts Cuz, neither My pieces reachin' these leechin' leaders Breachin' teeth, now their speech is weaker Sock it to you like Shaka Zulu Hip hop - it ought to be shockin to you f** the police - Schools too Who said "Shut up fool when I'm talking to you" Can't mute this dude, he's supa dupa f** pouncin I'm stompin Koopa Yo mind's benign, and I'm poppin tumors Malignant, to hell with the Hallelujahs Goofy newbies pick easy topics To flaunt their secrets like leaky faucets Tauntin' wallets, and bank and stuff But hold up (Hey!), they can't rank with us At the very least they can't rock with P Cuz they ain't walked around in the dark as me They imported we all as sport For dorky four feet - Porkys to torture poor peeps Posse? None, my posture possibly Off to some - It's probably hardly All up to one - if I had my fun It'd be Marcus Garvey clones riding Harleys So ungodly - human even But idols lie, they can ruin reason So not to I, nor towards the sky When you searching wide for the clues you seekin' That higher hip is my kind of cliff I'm dying to hop out my hieroglyph I climbed inside it to find my niche And behold a glitch - life's a b**h [Hook] Lonely globe, this only stone Lost in space, take me home When in Rome, my type of poem Rebellious, Hell yes, I'm off my dome Grown - lone wolf - Grown lone wolf - Lone Wolf Grown lone wolf - Grown lone wolf [Break] Pop or cop a squat, I'm bout to drop the deuce You quacks better duck, I'm Papa Goose Like Dr. Seuss, I'm ninety proof, and ten fact I'll bend back and fold Ben, yes five times, I'll choke time My broke mind will bang drums In cold space in slow climbs and low vibes [Verse 2] Most artists depict the times Pardon, no - Forgive the lie Any MC who commits to trying I'll rip out his spine, and whip his behind I got fish to fry - dragons to slay Get yo a** from up out of the way Everything I say's a radical phrase When I spray the cray there ain't a damn delay Last thing I want out your mouth is praise Just raise your fist and admit to this My net worth, it was split to fifths Now I ain't convinced of whose wrist to slit Forefathers or their who*e mothers Who decided brothers were a source to plunder Now many more summers have past At last we drag on - and no wonder My nose runnin' - no tissue is issued Haven't been abused, the indifference'll get you k**ed - Or better yet vilified after you're dead They still speak ill (Ew) In retrospect yet, it seems funny See, my people used to be money So stop pretending, the lives these cops are ending Are not just wasteful spending Michael Brown took six hits And the government gave zero sh**s The media's no recourse for us Corporate thugs, still pullin' they old tricks We live in times where different tribes Cannot abide by these picket signs So I'm pitchin' rhymes like fishin' lines The beat is bait, with the hook you're mine