Malcolm X

Lyrics

[Intro: Malcolm X & Fly Anakin] Who taught you-please Who taught you that-? Aye aye, aye Okay okay okay, uh Fly Lo-look [Verse 1: Fly Anakin] Soulmatic, ill shit from the Nas-manic You ass backwards, you Diddy bopping, your ass clapping Niggas is passing; they gone, ignorant bastards is home Niggas like "Phew", you can't make it on your own What the blood clot? young cat, 11 with his own Gat Pat pat pat pat, you better duck that, this ain't no Rugrats Straight scheming, tryna get mines, stay out the bread lines Starting fights at bed-time, niggas sleep We rise in unison, these aliens is stacking up bread Call the phone and write a verse or put a price on his head, the vision Niggas is pigeons when you see em, watch em fly off My niggas night hawks, I shoot a dart and break the sky off Lotta niggas did died off, my brother still here With they fucking feet, playing that you niggas is out if you think the game is yours Don't forget to do your chores Suck the dick and die slow if you thinking you the boss [Verse 2: Henny L.O.] Yo Saturdays in Richmond, plotting out the mission We gon' get it by, any means, legacy will exceed You ain't really hearing me, don't mean to be offensive but fuck y'all I'm greater than the average man, backflips and somersaults With dress plants like Bronson, condoms for your moms and I'm so disrespectful, pissing on your car and Babies in a full nelson, melting panties off of bitches like I'm sweet throat Man they felt it, they helpless Strippers up and down, they rabbits bash us with them little ratchets Flapping like they Kappa but they acting, I should smack em for the goofy shit Living on some groupie shit, suck a dick Pricks get me pissed like Steve Harvey and that Whoopi bitch Look at this, you fucking up the game on some rookie shit Harder for the starving, need to get up on some hook-y shit Whoopy, bitch, ball off, finance the shit in Volvo He copping shit, it's from a small coffee shop in Soho He still pussy, he copping shit on the low- Hehe Nigga