Lyrics
This justifiable homicide
'For i put the pen to the pad i dipped it in cyonide
Doing this for my Dad and to dry up my momma’s eyes
So really you are just meat in the the teeth of pirahna
I’ma just re-up on condoms, holler your honour «get off my dick»
Opportunity’s knocking, I’m hoping the bitch is thick
Going after the knowledge they hoped a nigga would miss
Ain’t doing too bad in college got potnas doing a bid
Made it to 24 without ever having a kid
Coulda been slangin’or bangin', a killer even a pimp
Kickin' in through your door with a Forty Fo' and a mask
Hollering «Give me your shit 'for i put a hole in your ass
Yo, they lucky that i chose to rap instead of holding gats
Wouldve led to dead ends like a culdesack
Grew up in The North, surrounded by the roach and rats
Trading soda cans for cash, homie i ain’t going back
Motherfuck that, refuse to lose to poverty
By any means philosophy, homie 'cause we got to eat
The system tryna swallow me, hate to see a nigga with a purpose
'Cause niggas with a vision make them nervous
Streets or degree, you still a nigga on the surface
In they eyes, Go and ask the homie Richard Sherman
A canines, life is more important than a blacks
In a country where they look at us as foreign 'cause the way we interact
I got, pent up aggression from adolescence i never dealt with
Inequality, poverty, shit that never helped it We rarely ever had enough to go and ask for seconds
Told that CSD lady bitch to quit asking questions
Since a sippi-cup, i done had to piss in cups
Probably think its odd, but when your parents need a job, you gone give it up Either that or get evicted
When the rent is late too many times them ****** get offended, FUCKEM!
This Marcus Garvey, kicking bars and reciting verses
Carmichael and Malcolm waiting behind them curtains
Bobby Seale if signed a deal and said fuck a single
Hampton winning a grammy and hollering «Fuck The Beatles!»
This Chuck Barry throwing flurries at that nigga Elvis
Stole rock n roll, fuck him and his twisting pelvis
Caught him slipping, started pissing on his blue suedes
The revolutions televised, I got the shit in blu-ray!
Im aiming for the head of Kendrick and the dome of Cole
I got a goal, to build a fucking rap nigga totem pole
Coldest flow, lately homie ive been getting fan love
Every track m rapping on im snapping like a jazz club
Heard of Santa 'for i learned about a Black Panther
Thats ass backwards, school system like a bad cancer
Like self worth, theyd rather see us shovel dirt
Sit and play sheep, while elite do the devils work
Thats why i pick up knowledge like dropped wallets
Its funding rap, I can’t drop college, this homework stock piling
But it could be worse, out there wildin', committing violence
Sipping until i vomit, addicted to lean and chronic
Dick inside of a bopper, itching and need a doctor
She fucking all of your potnas, she pregnant and you the poppa
Make you wanna go grab a chopper and put it right to your noggin
Like its the only option… Fuck
Product of Reagonomics and Sonic
Cereal bowl read Blue Bonnet, just being honest
Aintee bumping the chronic, it taught us all the ebonics
Swapped Ninja turtles for murder and niggas moving narcotics
Seen my first dead body at age eleven
Wondered if he was evil or if he made it to heaven
Wondered if he deserved it or if he was just a victim
I know that he had a kid, that shit will shake your religion
The hardest niggas fall victim to the smartest killers
Or foolish pride, shit that only kept a few alive
Kamikaze lifestyle, voluntary suicide
Never read the bible, we too scared to find the truth inside
In an error where the black man is crucified and black womem brutalized
Im tryna keep the truth alive, while media producing lies
Im from the gutter, shit i never had a Jewish tie
But open up my heart, youll probably find a fucking booth inside
Nigga let the music ride
Old school Lebaron, music blaring, «Gin & Juice» inside
I was just a rug rat, Aintee took us to the park
Niggas started tustling, first time i heard a gun clap
Race wars in middle school, fonk with eses
School work was miniscule, fuck writing essays
Did away with fair ones, started grabbing weapons
Highschool them bad habits turned into set ways
Rap mass murder, Nat Turner with a fat burner
Fuck a gimmick, turn critics into fast learners
Where im from they put niggas on the back burner
Probably thought id grow to be a killer or crack server
Either that or flipping pattys at a fat burger
Fuck that, I got master plan to move these raps further
Furthermore, I’ma fucking beast you fucking herbivore
Pencil to the paper, hot as mothernatures burning core
Yeah, pencil to the paper hot as mother natures burning core