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

Where my money Livin' here separate
Even heads gotta nerve yellin'
Beat down cribs funky adlibs
Gadgets, jets, half lit cigarettes, city limits

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

Hype, a sucka run to it
Seems like a runs through it
Simple to do it, the can around
Try to one another

The got tricks
he learned from the other
Go by the color youll
everybody aint no brother

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

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

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

Know, I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
like James Brown, its been goin' down
Spirit in your ass direction
controls perception

Got you in the art of deception
Indexes confusin' for Rolodexes
brother fried in Texas
Spent my best pay hittin' off exec's
it up, turn it up, turn it up

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

Is we blessed 'cause foods processed
Will the last be first can the first be
Got no
thirst for the beverages

Now the funk got us dead 'n'
Got your on but got no think on
Now you got beef, wanna out teeth
the land of the lost, gettin' tosses

6 a week of course to the bosses
Old preachin' as born again rhymers
In the school gotta men
Graduates talk, man

between the chalk man
Shakin' money maker
MTV honey is a faker
Let ill and Al her

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

Cuttin' Medicaid got us like flies
Words from the wise from the dead
Not alive from Facundo Lpez Trejo