Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion
the soul music for the slaves that the youth is missing
this is more than just my road to redemption
Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention
as long as I'm in Polo's smilin they think they got me
but they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me
I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me
if a nikka aint shootin a jump shot running a track meet
but this pimp is, at the top of mount Olympus
ready for the World's game, this is my Olympics
we make 'em say ho cause the game is so pimpish
choke a southpark writer with a fishstick
I insisted to get up offa this dikk
and these drugs, nikkas cant resist it
remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted
if I ever one of the greatest nikka, I must have missed it!
look rhyme king i can bold shyt too
Growing up as an inner city
brotha
where every other had a pops and a
motha
I was tha product of a heated
lover
Nobody knew how deep it
screwed me
and since my pops never
knew me
my family didn't know what ta
do with me
was I somebody they despise
curious look in they eyes
as if they wonder if i'm dead or alive
poor momma can't control me
quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies
a ticken timebomb
can't nobody
fade me
packin' a
380
and fiendin' for my
mercedes
suckers
scatter
but it don't
matter i'm a
cool shot
punks drop from all tha buckshots tha
fools got
i'm tired of being a
nice guy
i've been poor all my life, but don't know
quite why
so they label me a lunatic
could care less
death or success
is what I quest
cause i'm fearless
now tha streetz R Deathrow