A Letter to the Law
Dem boy wanna talk… [indistinguishable]
Whatcha gon do if ya got one gun?
I sing a song for the hero unsung
with faces on the mural of the revolution
No looking back cos’ in back is what’s done
Tell the preacher, god got more than one son
Tell the law, my Uzi weighs a ton
I walk like a warrior,
from them I won’t run
On the streets, they try to beat us like a drum
In Cincinnati, another brother hung
A guinea won’t see the sun
with his family stung
They want us to hold justice
but you handed me none
The same they did to Kobe and Michael Jackson
make them the main attraction
Turn around and attack them
Black gem in the rough
You’re rugged enough
Use your mind and nine-power, get the government touch
Them boys chat-chat on how him pop gun
I got the black strap to make the cops run
They watching me, I’m watching them
Them dick boys got a lock of cock in them
My people on the block got a lot of pok* in them
and when we roll together
we be rocking them to sleep
No time for that, because there’s things to be done
Stay true to what I do so the youth dream come
from project building
Seeing a fiend being hung
With that happening, why they messing with Saddam?
Burn a Bush cos’ for peace he no push no button
Killing over oil and grease
no weapons of destruction
How can we follow a leader when this a corrupt one
The government’s a g-unit and they might buck young black people
Black people In the urban area one
I hold up a peace sign, but I carry a gun.
Peace, ya’ll.”
If you think that is bad, go take a look at Rachel Madcow’s comments on this post:
http://dailycaller.com/2011/05/11/rapper-wraps-white-house-in-pr-crisis/
Wow, that goofy transhuman is weirder than a three dollar bill.
I can only hope that comet or brown dwarf or whatever is coming in November wipes us out. I will go to my glory, and I don’t expect to see Rachel there.
Yo, yo yo, yo, we rock da troof, yo. Da troof will set yo free, or I’ll bust a cap in yer ass. Wif my 9, da troof is mo dan da man can bust out wit his hoes. Mah cuz BO is da man, he cool, he gots da troof. Cause we ain’t white in da hood.
What a weird world we are facing. At least I am cool with the gender I was born with, I’d hate to be a mixed up tranny with no sense of heritage or patriotism.
Tell the preacher abortionist, god got more than one son
What a punk. I'll have respect for him when he starts rappin' about how the abortion industry is decimating his race.
Estranged from any civilized view of society, blacks as viewed in this rapper’s dark world unite in the reverse-evolved monkey stereotype that they claim they hate to any white listener.
That’s pretty meager pickings and this time there is no niggardly white massa to blame for being in the game, there’s only themselves.