Pras - Ghetto Politics - 37656 lyrics

[Hook: Pras Michel] Pine, boxes, nine, oxes Unidentified, flying objects Crime, doctors, slime, coppers n***as that can't get out man they locked up [Pras Michel] Criminal, minded, you've been blinded Justice for all (c'mon) help me find it Please we'll wind it, get in the hole And start to grind it, who's behind it Big brother got us spread like an atlas Powerless in fear that leads to paralysis Now when I speak, do your psycho-nalysis And those recordin Wonderland like Alice's Y'all don't know about guerilla warfare Kids in Haiti, trapped with the hardware Wear them by the pair while playin truth or dare Prisoners of war worse than the terror scare This is the jungle we live in, this is the concrete I call you p**y cause you are what you eat, homey It's the art of war homes they play for keeps So you still think that gangster sh** is sweet? [Hook] - repeat 2X [Uncredited guest rapper] Remember when you had a lot, yeah it was yours for sure But we fight back, and ain't takin your sh** no more So raw, my four-four's leave a couple bent The government talk sh**, hand 'em a Doublemint You f**in with me? I see you like a j**el With the terrorist my n***a, diesel like the fuel Step up smash your team, throw matches at your head Quarters after we bathe it in gasoline Or petroleum, you think it's sugar when it's sodium Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin 'em All in the zone, have your dough and your fame But you ain't takin nuttin wit'cha, but your bones to your grave To the world you're a slave, we the makers Revolutionary haters, as anthropologists, gynecologysts Astronauts and sh**, I don't think y'all ready For the apocalypse, so y'all better stay on top of sh** [Hook] - repeat 2X [Uncredited guest #2] My flow contradicted, apocalyptic With plans to cop the riches, make blacks stop the snitchin Politics mixed with, new statistics Futuristic, tell me are you a witness Or a soldier? Innocent, criminal minded I'm militant, wise to ignorant, livin with No time to eat and no time to sleep, my hustle is deep Wearin the same gear all week Near all heat, until I draw, it's kind of raw Like a war between my ances-tors and dinosaurs I'm on some f** the cops sh**, ask your moms She don't even know, what this {?} tax is on Probably got another country never shown on map For secret agents and the ones who faked they d**h live at Where your kids disappear to when they get kidnapped Streets is white, life is black, and this sh** is trapped [Hook] {*beatboxing*} Y'all been rockin fatigues for years right? Y'all ready to war?! [Hook] [Pras Michel] Alright, where you at my n***as? You in the Matrix? Get the f** off the streets, y'knahmsayin? f** all that gangster sh**, we here It's real n***as, put on your boots, man up! Get ready for war, ha, guerillas baby, {?}