I come raw no perservatives
and murder pigs
and murder nikkas who don't deserve to live
Before I squeeze
I'd be damn if we
plead insanity
Pump weed gram or key
just to feed the family
They try to murder me
but through surgery
they try to carry mason
Now I'm in the alley waitin
Thinkin bout retaliatin
Tech blow ,
Organs in ya chest show
ya petro
know you can't live so you let go
Many nikkas i done search & slice
took they merchandise
Told them keep it if it's worth they life
"Everything I recite is quite subliminal
Plus the whites in general be treating all the blacks like we criminals
Ain't no hope for the youth
nikkas get scope from the roof
People be letting that pretty boy image deceive nikkas but Mase was a fukking problem and he don't get enough respect for being actually lyrical , son was floating effortlessly on all those freestyle & I didn't even include the ones with children of the corn yet
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