Rick Ross - Chuck D Speaks / Devil In A New Dress lyrics

[Intro] Get it, get it...get it, come on get down X4 [?] Don't know how to do this Is we who know how to do this Yeah Boy [Verse 1] Ba**, how low can you go? d**h row What a brother know, once again Back is the incredible, rhyme animal The uncountable, beef Public Enemy Number One, five, four, said freeze And I got none, can I tell them that I never really had a gun But it's the wax of the Terminator X fun Now they got me in the cell, took my recozay cell Cuz a brother like me said well, power cuz I'm a profit I think y'all listen to (What they can say to you) What you wanna do, wanna do...wanna do [Speaker 1] Rose, and they say we ain't even supposed to talk right? Sold, first words or people heard coming in, so we can buy for skin. Brothers from other mothers, one from the South, one from New York. Sold, so we go. Marked black in the market. black in the market. black in the market.That matters, all lives matter, and all black lives matter. Cuz if we don't matter, nobody matters. We scattered. But sking is a business, like prison be a business bro. These government last names born a business. Black market unequal, built on deeds of evil. Asked a judge. Nods his head but his finger don't budge. And so we marked. Black market [Verse 2] (Play that music) [?] Looking at my b**h, I bet she give your a** a bone Looking at my wrist and it turn your a** to stone Stretched limousines, sipping rosie all alone Double headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry red, cherry head, he said it's just my character All black tux, n***a shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had ciphers with Ezzy before his mouth white [Verse 3] Before his jaw shatter climbing up the Lord's ladder We still speeding, running science like they don't matter Haters talking never made me mad, never then Not when I'm in my favorite paper tag Bell 4, G4's at the clear port, when they came twos Fool imma pet boy, when it came to dope I was quick to export, never tied a ball and so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes Sedan, the next sport, so many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud, different tracks I was getting mail from Pope county, Jacksonville, Dayton, Millborn Whole clique, appetite, had tapeworms, then they tied up in they gra** Final as my Jay Burns, I cheered a table before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over, Game 2Pac money twice over Sill a real n***a red, Gucci sweater, dice roller I'm making love to the angel of d**h, catch your feelings Never stumble, retracing my steps Catch your feelings, never stumble, retracing my steps