Now count how many levels that I smacked you back to oblivion My heights olympian I'm from the Caribbean, Barbados All fatal Styles that I construct and conduct in a manner like Banner Sky scanner, eye jammer 40 miles above Highlander with my grammar I shitted on Bush and tried to cap Santa Rap vandalizer Verbal brutalizer Who's the wiser, me or he Who moves to grow flesh in test tubes I have mastered such degrees in less moves My discipline Envisioning Ritalin FDA approved, we lose Medication taking brute forces They battling and tallying losses See how costless holocaust is? Helicopters now replaced by flying saucers Over the ghettos where some brothers are taught to bust shots To get a lot of what is had by the haves not the have nots Raps drop pun your brainstem This is Lif aka codename Mayhem What made you think that I wouldn't come back with a bloody axe And some muddy facts over tracks?! [Chorus:] Up in the ghetto we're taught to bust shots That's a bird in the bush and a fine line to walk Get down, stay down Hold up, back the fuck up Get up, stay up Hold up, back the fuck down Brothers is taught to bust shots [repeated] Fact one: America don't give a fuck about you so get off it I'm not a prophet they just want the profit They make you want it so you cop it, soon you can't stop it You're addicted But low on doe so you get evicted Fact two: Darfur's in a state of emergency It's genocide Code red classified If this was Kosovo it'd be over, bro But it's brothers so it equals no coverage, mo' sufferage People drawn and quartered Castrated, slaughtered, burned, disgraced Gang raped, displaced While the rest of the world just turn face to chase Some economic goals Balance the lost souls But live it up We 'bout to burn in hell 'cause god knows [Chorus] Fact three: The Bush Administration's worth nothing Just fuck 'em! Throw 'em in the barrel, buck 'em! Oh, you ain't know them flood waters was coming? You can't smell that african blood running? Oh, to y'all niggers is worthless or something? Fuck Clinton too! You ain't really down because you live uptown, bitch Rwanda! Check out what we're looking at here across water In the ghettos, brothers and sisters, it's self slaughter How could colonized minds lead to such uncivilized times? Maybe the tribes were harmonious and you were erroneous It's no fun In fact, it's sin under the sun And son, in the event you meet some cops just run Or maybe walk real slow and lick shots at Po Not with the gun this times, through intelligents lines You see, they look strong externally, internally they're dying Just elevate When drama escalate, you just shine! [Chorus]
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Copy to Clipboard: Now count how many levels that I smacked you back to oblivion My heights olympian I'm from the Caribbean, Barbados All fatal Styles that I construct and conduct in a manner like Banner Sky scanner, eye jammer 40 miles above Highlander with my grammar I shitted on Bush and tried to cap Santa Rap vandalizer Verbal brutalizer Who's the wiser, me or he Who moves to grow flesh in test tubes I have mastered such degrees in less moves My discipline Envisioning Ritalin FDA approved, we lose Medication taking brute forces They battling and tallying losses See how costless holocaust is? Helicopters now replaced by flying saucers Over the ghettos where some brothers are taught to bust shots To get a lot of what is had by the haves not the have nots Raps drop pun your brainstem This is Lif aka codename Mayhem What made you think that I wouldn't come back with a bloody axe And some muddy facts over tracks?! [Chorus:] Up in the ghetto we're taught to bust shots That's a bird in the bush and a fine line to walk Get down, stay down Hold up, back the fuck up Get up, stay up Hold up, back the fuck down Brothers is taught to bust shots [repeated] Fact one: America don't give a fuck about you so get off it I'm not a prophet they just want the profit They make you want it so you cop it, soon you can't stop it You're addicted But low on doe so you get evicted Fact two: Darfur's in a state of emergency It's genocide Code red classified If this was Kosovo it'd be over, bro But it's brothers so it equals no coverage, mo' sufferage People drawn and quartered Castrated, slaughtered, burned, disgraced Gang raped, displaced While the rest of the world just turn face to chase Some economic goals Balance the lost souls But live it up We 'bout to burn in hell 'cause god knows [Chorus] Fact three: The Bush Administration's worth nothing Just fuck 'em! Throw 'em in the barrel, buck 'em! Oh, you ain't know them flood waters was coming? You can't smell that african blood running? Oh, to y'all niggers is worthless or something? Fuck Clinton too! You ain't really down because you live uptown, bitch Rwanda! Check out what we're looking at here across water In the ghettos, brothers and sisters, it's self slaughter How could colonized minds lead to such uncivilized times? Maybe the tribes were harmonious and you were erroneous It's no fun In fact, it's sin under the sun And son, in the event you meet some cops just run Or maybe walk real slow and lick shots at Po Not with the gun this times, through intelligents lines You see, they look strong externally, internally they're dying Just elevate When drama escalate, you just shine! [Chorus]
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