Verse Mack - Two Words lyrics

[Verse 1: Word Play] Two words: good wife, love life, no strife Sit tight, sip sprite, good night, black white No cash, no lights, no job, live outside Help these poor people, everybody move! Two words: racist people, ig'nant folk, Black people stay strong No matter how wrong or hard it seems Our race will prosper, equal rights for all All minorities, everybody move! Trochaic song, that means, stressed-unstressed, short-long More important this song's about all, the wrongs In the world that people don't be helping others People should do right, everybody move! Two words: King's dead, Malcolm's dead, Ghandi's gone, Lincoln gone Oh well, they tried, my turn Slavery's abolished, voting rights for all Last word, persevere, everybody move! [Verse 2: Verse Mack] Two words: y'all know, I don't, really rap, y'all n***as really whack, I know that's fact The queen and jack, we k** this sh** Too fly, co*kpit, too fly, God's trip And I get it and I spit it until I'm just done And I get it and I spit it until we just won I'm not the Joker but hey this is just fun. Not J or Lauren, but n***a you lost one Pop rounds, lyrical gun. Got the weight on my shoulders, I carry a ton Not meaning a pun, not meaning to flee Not meaning to run, I'm just trying to breathe More than a failure, I'm tryna succeed. Caged bird, just trying to be free No animosity towards all of my enemies I just hope that they all see, I'm not one to take defeat Feel the beat, listen close. Dope flow, take a dose Don't brag, don't boast. My motto is get bread, make toast Love me, hate me. Do I care? I don't Verse Mack, Word Play. You play, we won't [Verse 3: Word Play] Two words: Word Play, too raw, STL, OKC, atehay susjay, track star Sooner gang, Northside, complex mind, still raw Phillies, play against them, everybody lose 33, Hate trees, eat peas, k** c's, k** these, white people that hate Black folk Try to, hang me, wrong choice, get shot Word Play, stay real, down in Houston, stay trill OKC get Bradley Beal, Illuminati, that ain't real Like Halo Imma shooter still, girl want this pickle, you know it's dill Word Play, cla** of 1-2. You wish you was one too