No More Racism Lyrics - Open Your Mind - Bee

No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up 

And virtually fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut 

No more of my time to waste 

No more pre-judgin' my face 

Ain't nothin' but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my score been erased 

They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better someday 

'Cause we can't hack what they scratchin' to buildin' cars in our face 

You had your chance to be real, instead you mappin' out your death 

No more of heedin' nobody 'cause we can do it ourself 

'Cause it's ???, or try to camoflage me 

Like I ain't seein' shit clear, 'cause clearly shit gone see be 

No more of fakin' devotion when soldiers turnin' it out 

My congregation is caught up in bein' real, no doubt 

I'm the provider for them, can't be around and not down 

Even when sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now 

To go and get it for us, and we ain't got it no more 

What's in store? 

Me and my onlys make it known it's no more 

Nigga!!! 

No more of stressin' me out, no more of this and the other 

No more of upside-down smiles, to cut by you suckas 

No more of smokin' your weed, no more of jonesin' for that 

Instead I'm grillin' you villains, like they gone keep up the laggin' 

No more attackin' my pride, never again hold it in 

I buck it once 'fore I duck, trick will get stuck to the vent 

No more of thinkin' my talents gone be insured for a mil 

'cause if it was, my 'cause, came up and do it for real 

No more of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch 

'Cause she ain't shit from the start, just keep her slick with the dick 

No more of hard-head grindin' that shit round the trunk 

Too used to gettin' what I want, so I'm gone keep this shit blunt 

No more of layin' in the road, for you to walk over mud 

And disrespectin' big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud 

Keep it away from me please, no suckas stoppin' E-ski 

And we ain't takin' no more, so Fly you tell 'em the D 

Nigga!!! 

Flizy just can't take no more 

Overboard I'm bout to go 

Funk and drank and dank you under the table like I did before 

Seven, nine of ninety-eight 

Playa Fly gone hit'cha straight 

With somethin' you don't want to feel the funk so you ain't gotta wait 

Trait like I'm flaugin' 'cause I'm mobbin' over broken hearts 

Movin' all my mini-Minnie Mae Mafia to hit the charts 

How you gonna stop us now? With all this, Funkytown we bound 

S.P.V. I'm bound, until I die then Playa Flizy down 

First the A and four and one 

Who's the one be wantin' some? 

Not the suckas stink, but get'cha straight when all their body numb 

Can't compact the garbage that you start producin' orally 

I roll my windows tightly 'fore it really start annoyin' me 

As much as I'm enjoyin' this, and all the weak B.S. you spit 

My windows already rolled, so you know this dizays over with 

So hit the horn, keep goin' man 

Blac & Flizy in demand 

No more Flizy can stand 

So smashin' power like a windows man 

Nigga!!!