Luyện nghe bài hát Not Yet Free

sample -- "Blacks are too fuckin to be republicans", Ice Cube
(cut and by DJ Pam the Funkstress)

Verse Boots

In land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my
A brotha gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the of waste
And I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a mirror in my and I practice lookin hard
I'm lookin me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no makin tracks here instead of me
But I disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's to even piss
So I forgot even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin cause I thought I was in hell
is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust
It's like a asyphyxiation sets in
Just I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is of money made of greed made of me
Of I have become in a parasite economy

Verse E Roc

In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the
And the scent of the street, but all I is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker gotta her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's
So I spend my time thinking the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together pull a on the bank?
I be the picture perfect hustler for the of the pie
But my daddy taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and go from single to hoe
As I there's a million motherfuckers in the cold
No to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and
But illegal, to wonder how they livin fat
(One two three) get a gat

Three: Boots

yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and
players, rap stars, and simps
That's what little black boys... are of
Sluts, hoes, and the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches in check
That's what black girls... are made of
But if made of that who made us
and what can we do to us
The oppressor tries to us
a FOOT for his anus!
Well the days when I was shittin in diapers
It was the President didn't like us
Assassination I'd root for the snipers
My told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I knew what a was
And a and an uppercut, too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my got
That's why I was constantly red, black, and

E Roc, Boots

[E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you wanna throw shots out?
[B] Ay man I ain't with my lyrics yet, that's not cool
[E] Ay, but ain't this a
[B] Naw, this is not yet freestyle we not yet free
[E] Hey we gonna throw some out anyway
*guns are
[B] fuckit, who y'all wanna throw some shots out to?
[E] Uhh whassup that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
[B] Aight, they the new masters up in the House and everything
Let's throw shots out
[E]
*blam, blam
[B] Awright, what about Bush? He on the way out and
but I we need a goodbye for his ass
*gun
[E]

[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
*guns
[E] The
[B] You know who they are,
blam, blam*
[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) Pete Wilson motherfucker
[E] whassup wit him?
[B]

[E] Got him!
[B] Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., *guns cocking throughout*
The O.P.D., The P.D., Detroit P.D., ay
[E] Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole P.D.
[B] Awright, up
[E] Yeah, here's a club for yo' ass

[B] Awright, cool -- ay, what these skinheads?
Ay it out
[E] I stand dem fools
[B] Awright awright, load it up, it up, awright, cool

[E] Yeah, got em!
[B] Ay, what about sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? *gun
[B] You these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris
[E] Who else? cocks*
[B] Tom
[E] Who else? cocks*
[B] Dinkins, ay, line em up
[E] be true to the game
*blam blam blam*
[B] Ay, we outta ammo, we gon do?
[E] get the fuck up outta here
[B] cool, we out