Invasion Lyrics - Jeru The Damaja

Police all on my dick like I shot somebody 

'Cause of these big ass lips and I rock my locks knotty 

Life is getting hectic, Tupac got shot in the nuts 

You saw cops was corrupt when Rodney King got fucked up 

With friends like these who needs enemies 

Constantly harassing, filling up my nuts like a Klansman 

Snatching up a nigga for nuttin' I heard bad guys wear black 

So I guess I'm the motherfucking villain 

Under pressure, they got me under pressure 

What's your name, your address and phone number? 

Your occupation come down to the station 

There's been a robbery, they claim a nigga fit the description 

It can't be so I slides out on 'em 

In ninety-five you gotta catch a nigga, if you want him 

One to three and five to ten 

Bullies in blue suits, son, with automatic weapons 

I'm stressed, ready to blow up somethin' 

The beast keep frontin', invasion 

In-in-invasion, in-in-invasion, in-in-invasion 

I was forced into a life of crime 

Career criminal, now my career is crime 

My mind is in a fucked up state 

A brainwashed state is the black man's fate, in the ground 

Or locked down upstate 

When I was young I used to shoot for the stars 

But got shot down by demons in patrol cars 

Stars good cop, bad cop, stick up the crack spot 

The Ave won't get hot till one of their crew gets shot 

Ask, Larry Davis how much they took 

Cops and crooks but who's the crooks? 

Take a nigga to jail, make bail, guilty or innocent 

The system gets ten percent, frontin' like you're doin' somethin' 

But you ain't sayin' nothin', invasion 

In-in-invasion, in-in-invasion, in-in-invasionn 

In-in-invasion, in-in-invasion 

Come up in my cipher best believe I'ma dip on that ass 

Beast-boy, I'm professional heart of the ghetto raised 

In the ways of thugs, dodgin' slugs, takin' slugs 

Driving stolen automobiles, skills fantastical 

Living life on the edge it's dramatic, mad drama 

I'm a fanatic, adrenalin addict 

Getaway car, stick shift or automatic 

Where's my crew at? You got your crew scopin' 

For a nigga up and down the Ave, it makes me laugh 

Eat my nuts, eat my dust 

I won't spend the night locked up or in handcuffs 

'Cuz in the concrete jungle, I got the right stuff 

Smooth operator, pilot and navigator 

Break out from oppression 

My mission to escape, the invasion 

In-in-invasion, in-in-invasion, in-in-invasionn 

In-in-invasion, in-in-invasion