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

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

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

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

The got tricks
That he learned from the
Go by the color discover
Damn everybody aint no

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

Now in the age of followin' the rage
A 12 gauge flipped the whole
The score in a one sided war
be more than what you bargained for

Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press
Till the ceases
Aint no difference tween black and
Except the green in between, yeah,

Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the
Black James Brown, its been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass
controls perception

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

of the situations
Bringing alarming revelations
Cigars 100,000 dollar cars,
of us do the laundry in the bus

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

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

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

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

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

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