Rampage on stage,my in a rage Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 Maniac,I'm a brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a I can't live on bread and water or and steak My mino's a gun,there ain't none bigger About to the ammo,"E" squeeze the trigger
say I'm violent,they should watch their T.V They say I'm brutal,they should their P.D You made me,now kids rave me I rap the life that the city streets gave me Murder,intrigue,somebody bleed Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street,this is I see The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G Life in L.A. no cup of ter
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been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked Paid my dues to the streets,took my knocks Disrespected by snobs,damn near by mobs Persecuted by squares nine to five jobs Like a panther I prowl ,like a I growl Learn to see my back like the head of an owl I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of What I speak is really some May say ruthless are takin' by me to awaken People to life but I feel no No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no Say exactly whats up,understand what I'm Ban me,try it,you cause a riot What the radio won't play,the underground will it I'm a MC pirate that's loud not as they make'em,make a rule I'll defy it Critics may say I'm wise,some may call my lies lived more in one day than they will in their lives But most do the words I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I Because I could rhymes for fun,or cut MC's like a knife But the topic I love is the of life So diss me don't dare,I feel you should care You may think I'm soft but you're just Of the of the Ice enraged prepare For a true
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Cops hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's with shouts What is crime and what in not?what is think I forgot We buy weapons to keep us sends guns where they don't belong The controversy is thick and the is strong But no matter the lies we all who's wrong Homeless on the city streets to die with nothin' to eat While rich politicians their feet In the pools at their ten million buck People people for color of face No one had a in the race we were placed A brother in queens was beaten and cold in the streets, a goodamn disgrace Just because of his race,his went to waste And no one to jail when the court heard the case or corruption?it's all interlaced How can you this?I can't stand the taste
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I get paid for illin',cold a killin' My pockets keep fillin',I got dollars to the Got a in my floor,car got bullet proof doors Every I rock the mic I leave you wishin' for more Because my raps ain't bull,got cold pull You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till mind's over full But most MC's today ain't got to say "A" to the mother "K"
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