it’s the return of the black moors with no fez
it’s eerie like that documentary on lisa lopez
pentagrams pyramids conspiraspicies with goat heads
knock down the levees
knock down the projects
start another project
build another object
a drive thru touchscreen doctrine for me to digest
just horses with our blinders on
drivin’ by the obvious
ridin’ by the obvious
glidin’ by the ovbious
regardless who you vote for
if the mind dont grow
and the poverty line don’t go
but the dope keep coming
and the tv keep flashing images of a
sports car
then you bound for a coke war
the meek get clowned by the coke law
the sheep get drowned in the folklore
then lulled to sleep by tom brokaw
what a pitty
the hope on a politicians tongue
never ever trickles down the city
so if a nigga put a presidents mask on
and run up in the bank with a mac saying gimme
i aint glad at him
but i aint mad at him
if anybody ask you who i be
say
a painter with a felt pen who drew ali
im like cassius when i blast molasses
out the ass of the masses
from fulton street mall to gratiot
im handin out free at last kits
“yo jay where ya staff at?”
“Green (Lantern) said you threw it”
yeah.
i outgrew it
some blogs said “you blew it”
nigga fuck yo blog
jigga man said you cant knock the hussle dog
im on the same launchin pad that shot russel off
thats why i stay dougie
it’s eerie like that documentary on lisa lopez
pentagrams pyramids conspiraspicies with goat heads
knock down the levees
knock down the projects
start another project
build another object
a drive thru touchscreen doctrine for me to digest
just horses with our blinders on
drivin’ by the obvious
ridin’ by the obvious
glidin’ by the ovbious
regardless who you vote for
if the mind dont grow
and the poverty line don’t go
but the dope keep coming
and the tv keep flashing images of a
sports car
then you bound for a coke war
the meek get clowned by the coke law
the sheep get drowned in the folklore
then lulled to sleep by tom brokaw
what a pitty
the hope on a politicians tongue
never ever trickles down the city
so if a nigga put a presidents mask on
and run up in the bank with a mac saying gimme
i aint glad at him
but i aint mad at him
if anybody ask you who i be
say
a painter with a felt pen who drew ali
im like cassius when i blast molasses
out the ass of the masses
from fulton street mall to gratiot
im handin out free at last kits
“yo jay where ya staff at?”
“Green (Lantern) said you threw it”
yeah.
i outgrew it
some blogs said “you blew it”
nigga fuck yo blog
jigga man said you cant knock the hussle dog
im on the same launchin pad that shot russel off
thats why i stay dougie
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