[Chorus: Apocalipps] Aiyo, hustle to stay alive, selling weed and dope So I said, what the fuck, why vote? (fuck that) I gotta sell dimes, and do crimes, and pack a nine in my coat Them laws don't apply to me, why vote?
[Apocalipps] Aiyo, you probably gassed of Fahrenheit 9/11 My man got knocked for selling fahrenheit on 9/11 Shit it's all about the oils these days, fuck the benjamins Another registrated to vote, come on, send him in Now let me exercise my freedom of speech I feel free to grab my fucking piece and shoot at the D's I'm never free, but the parole board, let me breeze Meanwhile on the streets, I'm still locked in the beast When times is hard in the ghetto, we can't get no help It's not a race thing, but I'm black, and my skin don't help You probably saying, this kid Apocalipps is bugging If I cut a politician, every time you cut the budget Them Bastardz is thugged, from the Stat, rough and rugged Since you gave me the chicken pox, I'mma touch your cousin Since they let the Running Man run shit like Porsches I figure I'll sell a bunch of albums, and I'mma run for office I drop the prices on the coke, no cut on the dope I legalize marijuana if you cash your vote I burn the jails down, prisoners get your life back on You treat him like an animal, then he gon' act like one Everybody gets a second chance, no more tickets Selling pussy is a business, make a profit off chickens Apocalipps, look on the ballot, Ruthless, bitch And I'mma be the next one to come and terrorize shit No airplanes, no blades, no four/fifths Just my pen and my mindstate to bomb this bitch
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[Iron Mic] Aiyo, check it, I'm not a republican, I'm not a democrat Don't really deal with politics, yo, I ain't into that So fuck the boys in blue, I run with men in black We similar to the Panthers, how we pose with our gats With the hoster in strap, throw it over my back The shit I seen in my life, I put it on wax Yeah, I'm stating the facts, the system is corrupt So we keep it Ruthless, we ain't giving a fuck All these laws don't mean shit to me The mayor or the president, don't do shit for me It's getting funky, ahh, it smells like shit to me And if you can't see, nigga, check your history
[Bless] Shit, and I'm balling for niggas who drop the coke prices You vote for me, you can push your whip without a license And clap hammer, system so loud so you can hear it That man got my vote, he caught my ear Had me rocking in grandpa's chair, I think I need a beer Cuz my vote, mean a lot this year I would never join an army, and play with you faggots I'm on the block, with the bombs and the Saddam food packages Ruthless, fuck ya'll
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