Shouly - Mad How Disease lyrics

[Verse 1] You're mad how I can milk this cash cow Tryna keep my a** out… outta prison (that's federal) My backs out like my card is maxed out So I had to spaz out with the lyrics (genius) You laugh now, but you better back down We're not here to mash out, were just living (I get it) You ask how we see in a black out Check the white box then, but I got this black style Let this Arab man out he must just stand out Or he might just map out a scheme to cash out And if it didn't work out I won't get worked out He'll just what he does best, maybe sell some textile Maybe some link cards, burn his on store down Get his check and build another while the others torn down We've been here half a century we got our own now Meaning if I make a dollar man I got my own style [Hook] So woosh, it's getting ugly in this b**h And all the sh** that we did you think were running outta tricks So woosh, getting heavy metal in this b**h You got that mad how disease and you just jealous with my clique My crew is on some other sh** But we still cruise on some other sh** But with these guys I made a covenant To bring you all the news from the mothership [Verse 2] First and last, occupation still kickin our a** From Ramallah to Beirut where they still picking up trash My friends here ask me how we live around that? I mean were not alive, we just get around that From other sources we don't enjoy the horses We're out there being Arabs tryna formulate a fortune Some Arabs go to Europe and some come to the States Both places tax evaded make no mistake It's not a matter of what goes in place It's a matter of who grows in shape And cuts a deal with all these corporate snakes We try hard to keep it real but we know its rape So once the dollar starts fallin trust we will know its rate Back to the news, nothing new Foreign intervention and divine ridicule Leaders being careful in their interviews While the ma**es still ask for food [Hook] So woosh, its getting ugly in this b**h And all the sh** that we did you think were running outta tricks So woosh, getting heavy metal in this b**h You got that mad how disease and you just jealous with my clique My crew is on some other sh** But we still cruise on some other sh** But with these guys I made a covenant To bring you all the news from the mothership