Slap Niggas

[Verse 1: Saigon] Catalyst raps, crackers out to add to the stats They're manufacturing gats to kill Latins and blacks If it ain't each other it's black on Latin or Latin on black Both get a box, one in the dirt, one up in Adirondacks These rappers on wax, was growing up Their mom, dad, even cat was on crack Yeah get on and yap on a track Call it what you want, black hating or mad rap All that material crap ain't abstract, shit's mad wack My flow is here to show what the difference is Blind folks follow a book in which they don't really know the significance Religion ain't feeding babies or curing the sicknesses These Jehovah's Witnesses need to open some businesses Spitting with no specificness Blow the mischief and show prolificness Ain't too many MCs that could go the distances Father had it on since Matawan, fought Babylon Sick of y'all, pick a wall for your brain to get splattered on Whoever said bad is wrong, never slept on a pissy mattress In a cell on the same tier there's a faggot on Hawked cause you got ratted on Rough said a burner is like a magic wand Abracadabra, crackers is gone (they gone) Outta here (motherfucker) Wish I had a magic wand (fuck is y'all niggas talking bout) And all y'all fake rapping niggas (hit em in the head nigga) Answer me this: [Bridge: Saigon] What makes ya cool to be a gangsta? What makes ya cool to be a thug? What is it that's so cool about possibly Getting hit in your head with a slug? What makes ya cool to be hip hop? What makes a grown man wanna crip walk? What is the reason I swear to fucking God That I seen George Bush with a pitchfork [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] I slap niggas, kicking that wack nigga shit in my ear My vision is clear, we see the same shit every year People still shedding tears for names said in they prayers We need change, the evidence here, but this is never what the president hear They stick to they lies, and peddle they fear And so I pimp the system, watch it shed its brassiere Hunt em down, put em up on the mantle like the head of a deer You can feel it in your heart when your enemy near, yeah The moment that you bought this, the route you're taking is alternate The way I'm walking and talking they call it ultimate, ultimate Find your girl coordinates, all up in it, we intimate She calling cause I get her wet, you balling, but you ignorant I'm proficient in reading the body language, you illiterate A little bit of class wouldn't hurt, you should consider it I'm flashy with the lyrics, a nigga funny and serious Spectacular vernacular, all the honeys is curious Kweli, the one I'm running and I'm shining like the sun in it Hitting like a ton of bricks since Hulk Hogan was Thunderlips Never with the fronting shit, draw me some blood with it Beat you down with the belt buckle, brass knuckles shit