Lyrics

We got a lotta things to do up in here today We gotta take our minds back Take off the blinders and realize We've been inside of a matrix so darn confined that Men's penal cord's are rewired to act as minds and Women's inner cores are seen as just inner thighs And hip hop legends are reduced to selling Sprite And things have gotten so darn weird who knows what's right? I feel for the children of Africa, Cambodia, how they livin'? A descendant of Abraham says hello to ya We've moved so far from the real in our utopia Staring our sets feeling no connect to most of ya We're like puppets being pulled by some g-strings These things are what defines generation bling bling We sing sing for the people up in Sing Sing We the true blue crew you knew you could cling to Ding! We ring true bring crews the lean grooves I'm round one Ding! One love is round two (whew) We got a lotta things to do up in here today I launch this consciousness, regardless If you don't need or want this, fuck this The dirty south is flooded with rappers that couldn't cut it If you ain't serious about this game then you need to shut it And try religion, become a Christian Ain't nothing free, you can ask Hammer or TLC This industry is shady, supporting me and my lady So don't even start it, if you ain't devoted and wholehearted If it's a one hitter quitter nigga, will you consider pizza deliver Then put your dreams up under the river If you like it you will never last, you got to love it Nothing above it, a never ending hunger for cash See my intentions with this dialect, don't go believing Everything that you receiving from the TV set You might wake up find your ass in debt You ain't from Bankhead but I bet, you can bounce a check We got a lotta things to do up in here today