it's the return of the black moors with no fez it's eerie like that documentary on lisa lopez pentagrams pyramids conspiracies with goat heads knock down the levees knock down the projects start another project build another object a drive thru touchscreen doctrine for me to digest just horses with our blinders on drivin by the obvious ridin by the obvious glidin by the obvious regadless of who you vote for if the mind don't grow and the poverty line don't go but the dope keep coming and the tv keep flashing images of a sports car then you bound for a coke war the meek get clowned by the coke law the sheep get drowned in the folklore then lulled to sleep by tom brokaw what a pity the hope of a politicians tongue never ever trickles down to the city so a n***** put a presidents mask on and run up in the bank with a mac saying gimme gimme i ain't glad at him but i ain't mad at him
look if anybody ask you who i be say a painter with a felt pen who drew ali i'm like cassius when i blast molasses out the ass of the masses from fulton street mall to gratiot i'm handing out free at last kits
"yo jay where ya staff at?"
"green said you threw it"
yeah i outgrew it
some blogs said "you blew it" n**** f*** yo blog jigga man said you can't knock the hustle dog i'm on the same launchin pad that shot russel off that's why i stay dougie