Luyện nghe bài hát Not Yet Free

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

Verse Boots

In this land I stand or sit
and not get shit up in my face
A brotha gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of
And everyday I pulls a front so pulls my card
I got a mirror in my and I practice lookin hard
I'm behind me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin tracks here of me
But I can't disregard just what the news to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or Oakland task
My relationship OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to 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 nevertheless my won't dwell
I must be trippin cause I I was livin in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust
It's like a noose sets in
Just when I think I'm it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of made of greed made of me
Of what I have in a parasite economy

Two: E Roc

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

Three: Boots

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

E Roc, Boots

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

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

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

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

[E] Yeah, got em!
[B] Ay, what about these motherfuckers!
[E] Who? cocks*
[B] You know these 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 ammo, what we gon do?
[E] Let's get the fuck up outta
[B] cool, we out