Shredded Speach

[Intro] (Statik Selektah) Yeah Yeah (901 duh, nigga) [Verse 1: Lukah] My shit is prismatic, electrostatic I pierced through like Full Metal Jackets discharged from a ratchet, diagrammatics Cerebral type status of enigmatic Guilty of having excessive thoughts I might be psychosomatic So much is programmatic, the world is filled with melodramatics Protection is a must, so I keep that metal prophylactic The surface is volcanic as hell, but I stay axiomatic Away from the problematics and all that appears inorganic I'm fired from the candidate's arm mechanics, granted, I probably should dial back I bushwhack through the woods with a blade in my rucksack Where it's pitch black and the framе's been hacked Mud on my soles, blood on my clothes, ingrainеd in the dirt, but still I rose Out the shadows, we grow, survive when the systems froze It ain't no fall when the black has the dogs and the fire hose Whoever said my people were schmoes clearly misdiagnosed I interposed with truth between all the lies that have been told The blind leaders must be deposed and will impose Our presence, motherfuck their acceptance with omnipresent The fight is never pleasant, the traces of blood on the thoroughfare And no, we weren't made aware because they knew it would cause despair So fuck what's fair, I move regardless of the wear and tear I'm an infinite soul of flare, I shine like the Altair Get your eyewear, I'm an energy that can never be ensnared The number space, an air for war, be careful of what you declare Gunshots blare, unfortunate things, sounds of the ghetto Streets are dark and narrow, unsettled, surviving this is special At night, people's cries echo, crying, praying for changes It seems we're wasting tears 'cause the hood remains changeless Yet we're in need of the majors to help make our pains perish We've endured all the hate, but now we want some we can relish and cherish Fuck 'em all, your lies I will not embellish At times, you gotta be cold hearted when you know the ground's hellish [Chorus] I keep My head on a swivel seeing 360 'Cause I know what goes around, comes back around Learning speech is very beneficial Codes can be tricky so be ready when that shit brines down Me and my people ride tonight Me and my people riding tonight Be sure to tell em they don't hide tonight Me and my niggas ride tonight [Verse 2: Bun B] Okay, just so you know, I've been on both sides of the law before Sold everything there was to sell, that's cooked or raw, before Everything you see in this game, nigga, I saw before 'Cause life is like a rhyme and you only got like a bar to go So I'ma tell the truth, so help me God Always keep it 100 while the rest be fraud I'm all motherfucking man, not a bit be broad Don't make me send you to the promised land to sit with the Lord Like to keep it to myself, so please, man, nobody bother me One man gang on a mission, just like I ought to be Take me off my note and you gon' hate it that you started me Especially when it's over and you are dearly departed, G The streets I walk down got no tumbleweeds rolling Just a bunch of certified ass thugs and G's holding No matter who's at the door of the venue, I bring the pollen So act like you are hot boy and I'ma send you home cold, man I give it to you like it is, I don't exaggerate I'm calm right now, don't let this goofy shit exacerbate Once it goes from a dislike to way past the hate The next thing you gon' see is Peter waiting for you at the gate Now, that was bar 20, nigga, this is 21 Dedicated to any man, anywhere, anyone You say you want smoke? I'm a furnace, you get plenty, son 'cause many come but you'll see many run when be you and be done [Chorus] I keep My head on a swivel seeing 360 'Cause I know what goes around, comes back around Learning speech is very beneficial Codes can be tricky so be ready when that shit brines down Me and my people ride tonight Me and my people ride tonight Be sure to tell em they don't hide tonight Me and my niggas ride tonight [Outro:] Colorful dialect of the ghetto is full of identity Labels that can only be completely understood when one is lived with black Experiences in the dialect There are many words for black attitudes and behavior They involve cultural rejection, social deception, and overtones of meaning that cannot really be expressed in standard English It is a sad and tragic comment on the American scene that most of these labels are negative and are used to classify the black in his relationship with white society My grandma, my She used to be so heated telling that man why you try to be friends with that kid? He's a damn kid. She ain't. No I'm rolling up all the best in the bunch No smoking, good jazz. No. Hey, man. Shorty Real talk, real shorty But I'm rolling to perfection, man You know, UNC had a nigga Johnny had a roll, man Get out of school, man I wrote a whole Get a pound out the God, roll that motherfucker up in dollar Man tone Be so motherfucking dry You can't lick a stamp and make that motherfucker stick you I'm telling you, man That's why I said, man, this young motherfucker, they had better get it out there, bud Man, sit your ass down You ain't even made mud pies first What you talking about? What, you getting out of the mud? You need getting allowances and shit. Yeah. Yeah, man You fresh out the porch? You ride 24 and 26 Ain't sold down, pack, but you get it out the mud Get the fuck out of here Cuz some of y'all niggas be broke, huh? But you are seeing what a Drake, man But that's the thing Cause them niggas don't want no money They want a body, they ain't don't get no motherfucking money Ain't no doubt be broke and got 2 or 3 scraps out of one And got me some money You hear me? Come on man You know they ain't cut like that though They want to rob the motherfucker They know they waiting on somebody to tell him that Junebug just put his package in the bushes or some shit Them niggas ain't leaving out that neighborhood Why you think there's so much going on? Them niggas ain't leaving out their area, man You know, we did not play this shit We came up