Slaves

Lyrics

Hahahahahaha Yeah lot of brothers out there take it in the rear I see you in the clubs you see me (Yeah smoking blunt you straight up cunts) That's right taking it hard and deep in the rear And getting done by another man Different skin color A whole different complexion (Yeah you punk bitchass nigga) You know what I'm taking about Hahaahaahahaha Forget that man, just drop it You're getting couped... taxes... (Kool Keith) Yo The D is pack downtown with ugly wenches In New York your stretch marks & bumps around them pimple face Timberland boots won't work with them lesbians groups Cut off from welfare with rectums out your underwear Black hallways your bag are packed behind your ass crack I New York City yourself like sanitation clean up Peepee smells of crutches girls smells like seashells Cut you down off God like clippers running up on your weaves Your flipping kilos stop fantasizing metal flower I'll take your curtains down hide behind you in your shower In the tunnel last night I walk to the right I saw you with Wendy that undercover transvestite Spreading some real raw Yo Red note some information She broke out real quick left out with a AIDS patient Got up its large pumped on a 97 Paola scam describes you for what rhymes with next Somebody's out there the streets are filled with anal sex Mad white boys now no white now involved with rap Rednecks on Def Jam my text are bound to stop your crap The Ku Klux Klan belt back with this Arbitron Just like the Budweiser SuperFest You become merchandise market at a fishy price On BET I walk by MTV Watching booed when they flopped that white man Bill Bellamy Through strategic modern slaves like Tracy Chapman You're manipulated like Marvel films evaporated Like steam hot coming through your anal stream You dream to be John Gotti and pose entering a Maserati Like Fat Cats Just sneaking converses Plan on your dats You wanna go to Jack the Rapper faggot (Just keep it Don) (Godfather Don) Now I just came from Esso Drinking espresso with a mama with red pull The trecks owes for heads blown Incarnated is the mark of 666 Fits kids quick The sickness is strictly New York Newport rhyme nigga Figure and for emcees starving he real he's ill Like Boston glastoma Raw shit fast on ya Fat ass on a Cat ass lona Half fast gonna Injecting pity in the city of N-Y M-I-E-K-N-Y Bet he connectical Another fire on ya wack ass These streets are filthy Like ten open asshole Grabbing mic Acting like they rapping tight This shit is sloppy poppy When they drop me I drop keys please These come once in a blue sun get the tool please These fools are dumb It's the rule of Hip Hop Flip Flop hit the tip top My lick drop every time Your shit clock when its not real So the krills flow the guild over still you know the deal Major labels with they tables able to put cable on more rhymes Making fables Fantastic plastic culture augmented bullshit With the bullet you can pull it with the team Arian auschwitz mouth with Redneck Ten diseases that turning black artist white The instance the distance between me and you Being two true artist minus the artist worked in faggot show business has no witness You getting fucked You liftin' nuts for new cuts bad records and videos just let me go out on the doorway the hallway The raw way the hard way a dick in your four ways That causes Syphil-AIDS Niggas that's fishy pissy paints a no fiction Even a christian mission comes to fruition while you wishing To listen who bitch and two clip on this Do licks with I set it off like techno the tech wo To wreck foes I select those and make collect toe The terror met yo black act Cold now they get slave on ya Costa Nosta Most of the real job will kill ya'll for real hard ya feel scarred Slaves... Slaves... Ahahahahha Live Trife