Behind the ghetto plains, the warfare reign. Must we be the bearer of bad terror?. The mystery behind the unexplained. Let us pound it through your brains.
Yo, don't bother me kid. Let a nigga live plus eat. Bless the wiz and protect my seed. . I filter distortion like a magnet, attract rappin' bandits. Stretch 'em and blast 'em over the canvas.
I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains. Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots. And drug spots, well, if you're too poor to move out.
The pit, the pit, oh my. Yo, 1, 2, dun dunna dunna dun. All y'all mentally dead motherfuckers. We come to break y'all some information. And ressurect you from the mentality of fool in this.
Black woman, she's never gonna come back. Princess, she's never gonna come back. The Queen, modern civilization. (I never find another honor like a track).
This is the story of three little pigs. And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white. Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self.
Ghettos are becomin' lost. Shorties is outta they minds. If not for the courage of a chosen few. They stay dumb deaf and blind. . Yo, caught in the process of elimination.