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 land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit up in my face
A brotha never gets his
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of
And everyday I a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a in my pocket 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 can't just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my expectancy
At any minute I could be in shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even
So I forgot even got a pot to do it in
Up at the they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind dwell
I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting
I'm like a fighter, just to bust loose
It's like a asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm free it to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money made of greed of me
Of what I become 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 is the pain
Of a who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker sell her behind
Desperation makes her get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's and it's cold
So I my time thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together a move 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 aspirations go single to hoe
As I realize a million motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po'
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and
But it's illegal, to wonder how they fat
(One two three) get a gat

Verse Boots

yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dealers and pimps
Basketball players, rap stars, and
That's what black boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and the naps around your beck
pop that coochie, bitches stay in check
That's what little black girls... are of
But if we're made of who made us
and can we do to change us
The tries to tame us
a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the President like us
Assassination attempts I'd for the snipers
My told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I what a right 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 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 throw some shots out anyway
*guns are
[B] Awright fuckit, who 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 White House and
Let's throw some out
[E]
*blam, blam
[B] Awright, what 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 Perot and the good ol boys?
cocked*
[E] The
[B] You know who they are,
*blam blam,
[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete 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 fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole P.D.
[B] Awright, up
[E] Yeah, here's a loaded for yo' ass

[B] Awright, cool -- ay, what about 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? cocks*
[B] You know these sellout -- Ellay DuHarris
[E] Who *gun cocks*
[B] Tom
[E] Who else? cocks*
[B] Dinkins, ay, line em up
[E] Yeah be 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