folks think the same way as I do 'Cause I stab bitches way down in the Bayou Would you make way for two mo' Fo' blows, like you have hoes Stamp a nation
to this point, you deserve an explanation For all the hell that you've endured, while helping me reach my destination And this effort to bless the nation
nation And left on the streets where it's evil Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble I represent for the homeless Let down by a nation More interested
Famine, cold and pestilential misery Surely this must be a divine damnation Punishment from below Be it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nation
and said Who hard? yo I done heard worse We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic
the store With the work across the street and the gun in the stall Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law You know the code of the streets
[Iriscience] Aiyyo actions reactions, addition subtraction Crew split the factions, split the fractions E-mail celly talk two-way faxes Rap bold is love
shitting the glock, spitting, if nigga don't stop snitching Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing And two divas wit they tops
blessing from sin New recrutes we in it again, rap so hard we flippin' again Walkin' dubs on the Benz One, two, crack fiend Three on boys street jeans
sin New recrutes we in it again rap so hard we flippin' again walkin' dubs on the benz [Killer Mike] One, two, crack fiend three on boys street jeans
Fuck, kill, and prosper is the gospel of Wonderland Where street sands are quick to suck you down to the abyss With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss
one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for the brotherman with an m-60 in his hand, Eatin spam So one more time, testin one two, and ya don'
an ill time 'cause 'nuff crime Happens that never gets aired on the prime TV stations, public relations Gives the okay for what gets aired in the nation
not bugs and much softer than thugs Have a chump coughin blood fill his coffin with slugs Yo You know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave
got beef with them bitches up the street All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation
Yeah Why they don't get a nigga like me To sing the national anthem or nuttin? It's nothin Nokio (Flame, Nokio) Nokio give us a beat baby, some gangsta
we rockin'! Six: Street fashion, lookin' fly Catchin' the eye while them cats walk on by Seven: Street language, our verbal communication Our codes throughout the nation Eight: Street
All Means Necessary Another hip-hop group that was a friend of me Was a revolution crew called Public Enemy It Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back These two