Extradite Lyrics - Black Thought

The devil is a motherfuckin' liar 

Straight kill 'em 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Here we come though 

Took his order, then I served his quarter like five nickels 

Man, I'll stay on point like icicle 

Niggas can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles 

Took my money to the source, and said "Fuck the man in the middle" 

Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy 

Erica was the bag lady, I was the bag boy 

Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage 

Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves 

In this new age, dude's wage is fugaz' 

I'm the whole gallon and half pint like School Daze 

I been killin' 'em, since Kool Moe Dee, Ra', Kool, 'Face 

Zero dollars, zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang, nigga 

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Yeah, nigga 

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday 

Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day 

And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly 

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday 

I used to lay in bed, starin' at the ceilin' fan 

Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a killer gram 

Tryna understand, why I wanna kill a man 

With high hopes like rubber tree, plants, and ants 

We cheat death, with each breath, the only one who make - 

It last forever is Keith Sweat, you ever see a - 

Body lyin' dead, in the streets yet, then eat breakfast? 

Swallow forced beliefs like police justice 

If my city is like yours, then cereal scratch 

Fingerprints is wiped off, if people seem to - 

Always have somethin' to fight for, but still end up - 

In the state pen, or the psych ward - It's lights off 

They catch so many casualties; it's like war 

That's the reason, I don't believe in the hype, y'all 

The devil talkin' bout, he wanna extradite y'all 

Now I'm the nigga, He shinin' the search light for 

Photos 

Yeah, nigga 

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday 

Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day 

And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly 

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday 

Here we come now, here we come now 

Yeah, freestyle nigga 

Homie showed me a 9 milli, and 9 nickel 

Man, I'll stay on point like icicle 

Say you got that yola, your fishscale lookin' fickle 

They like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't official 

I got thousand dollar jeans, on my ass cheek 

Cousin got her lights, and her gas cut last week 

How that make me look, if I don't help her get up on her feet? 

She keep a different nigga, now she in there, pregnant every week 

I pray you, take these devils out our life, lord - That's our vice, lord 

Baby momma's come with the drama, made her my wife lord 

Know I'm doing, no hope you see I'm trying to do right, lord 

Shake 'em up and blowin' the dice, I pray the price, lord, lord 

Yeah, nigga 

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday 

'Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day 

And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly 

Yeah, yeah, and if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday 

Yo, my memoirs are like the Anarchist's Cookbook 

Meets the Tom Ford spring/summer look book 

Some people wanna see me hanging from a good Instead I hang with a language and slang in - 

The anguish, and pain fit as well, cause it came with us 

After all these years, carrying this shame with us 

Now the entire planet, is going insane with us 

Seven year old kids, carrying flame spitters 

Fortified fences, mortify senses 

Crossfire, miss my little daughter, by inches 

Chemical dependence, medical expenses 

But no amount of money on earth, can buy vengeance 

Writing a life sentence, sirens, fire engines 

Tyrants, seen through the eyes, of the wide lenses 

Senseless crimes, cause some of us want to drive Benzes 

But are you tryna ride with us, or against us? 

As long as they kill us 

And go to Wendy's and have a burger and go to sleep 

They gon' keep killing us 

But when we die and they die 

Then soon we gon' sit at a table, and talk about it, retired 

We want some of this earth 

Or we'll this goddamn country apart! 

Assalamualaikum!