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Madd topics, no you cant it
Like how they paid for that rocket?
in the hood really aint got shit
How much got spent by the

my money went? Livin' here separate
Even heads nerve yellin' represent
down cribs funky ghetto adlibs
Gadgets, jets, half lit cigarettes, city limits

Put my soul in it
I waitin' too long to get where Im goin'
Hatas dissin' this flowin', thinkin' and rap
Is the thing from blacks

Hype, a sucka run to it
Seems like a river through it
to do it, pass the can around
Try to help one

The got tricks
he learned from the other
Go by the youll discover
Damn everybody aint no

when you thought it was safe
Im madd breaks on ol' C.I.A. tapes
Aint no stoppin' who in country tis of you
Its monkey see do

Now in the age of followin' the celebrity
A 12 gauge the whole page
The score lopsided in a one war
Could be than what you bargained for

Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own releases
the capital ceases
Aint no difference black and white
Except the in between, yeah, right

Know, what I mean? that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, its been goin'
Spirit in your ass direction
Projection controls

Got you guessin' in the art of
confusin' Rolexes for Rolodexes
Another fried in Texas
Spent my best pay days hittin' off
it up, turn it up, turn it up

Analysis of the
Bringing forth revelations
Cigars 100,000 cars, what
of us do the laundry in the bus

Is we blessed 'cause fast processed
Will the be first can the first be less?
Got no
thirst for the beverages

Now the funk got us 'n' drunk
Got drink on but got no think on
Now you got beef, knock out teeth
the land of the lost, gettin' tosses

6 daze a of course to the bosses
Old timers as born again rhymers
In the school gotta men
cant talk, man

Lyin' between the man
Shakin' that money
That MTV honey is a
Let ill and Al her

Deaded separated by the waters
Stats and surveys be off like
Madd killers reproducin' like
Whats on your mind on the line?

Cuttin' Medicaid got us like flies
Words from the comin' from the dead
Not alive from Facundo Ariel Trejo