Manage Your Anger

[Intro]

Yeah, this is some shit you can set shit off to (Get familiar)

Get familiar with that. {gun shots}

Talib Kweli, Clinton Sparks. It's Anger Management y'all

You see, the tour ain't comin' to Brooklyn

So it's my job to bring Brooklyn to the tour. Yeah

[Verse]

We're gon' show you how to manage your anger

Before you do damage to a neighbor or a stranger with the banger banger

Mayday mayday, danger danger

A lot of these rappers in the closet like wire hangers

It's '05, summertime, gettin' scarier and scarier

Drug dealer's business still control America

The block to the boardroom, a tomb to the courtrooms

We find dope, we smoke, we shoot and snort too

Fiends come for more coke like free refills

Around the way, they move enough white to make ski hills

Whiter than the cast of One Tree Hill, we ill

We got angels in Heaven all jealous of our free will

Look at 'em, they ain't got no respect for what he created

They live life, get to go to paradise and don't appreciate it

But they don't know this life is Hell on Earth

For what it's worth, it ain't about the ideas but who sent 'em first (Clinton Sparks)

Some will rap between a rock and a hard place

Torn between spirituality and the lifestyle to partake in

Trust, my adrenaline rush like a car chase

Flames bust out the neck when I'm speedin' up my heart rate

Tryin' to find a dark place for me to pull my songs out of

Inspiration based on things I ain't proud of

I could rap about faith and repentance

But then it's me shoutin' out, "Message" like I'm Keenen in Don't Be A Menace

"Ain't don't nobody wanna hear that shit."

So said the pussy nigga at the label who be scared to go near that shit

But it's cool, I don't depend on them to make me a star

And they scared cause what I spit will expose how fake niggas are

Now here's a bar, et me tell you what's gangsta

When you doin' God's work cause it needs to be done, not for the thank you's

Let me tell you what's thugged out

When you show niggas how to get paid without goin' the drug route

Let me tell you what's hard

Breakin' the cycle that got our sons and brothers fillin' up the prison yards

Let me tell you what's real, when niggas say what they feel

And that'll eliminate most of these niggas with the record deals

I hurt your feelings, it took longer than you expect to heal

The beef is fake, imagine how soldiers in the desert feel

I'm like a veteran with special skills

Comin' from the home of the original gunn clapperz like Tek & Steele

Cut shit out, the chronics'll feel

It's been so hot that the flesh will peel

[Outro]

Haha. Clinton Sparks. Anger Management. Let's go