[Verse 1] Less seen and less heard, It's the pillage Live where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up against Pretense, DJ's of segregation come together plottin' on the Nation Cats got the puff powder dance Underground economics, take a chance at the crackpot Speak at the ones on top At the gay bar your best rap star caught not keepin' it real What's the deal wit' ya'll wanna be MC's when Ghost hit you The struggle is official with this Chill 'cause we don't mix wit' yall uncle Tomers We rock those real black leather bombers For real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills Ya'll better be still My brains come out of my ball pen for my origin I put the work in, any predictament In fact it don't matter to me The rap Oprah Winfrey with less currency But rock beautifully, no security with me Hard times and prophecy One idea, two children and three for virginity Pure energy whenever you confront me I'ma take yours, star wars. [Chorus] Star Wars, storm troopers, evil rulers New manuevers, Black German Luger laser beam (repeat Chorus) [Verse 2] The tables turned now, enter Shaolin where it's cold now Let the Teck blow now More Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Phillies Blocks where the Babies pick locks And Women make love to other Women It's the pillage, your Mother's Sons No more cold war, it be the poor ones No radio play, from the hallway to the doorway They banned us, cease to understand us Rap criminals segregated, player hated Underrated, project recipients Cappadonna, bag with the marijuana I'm a late-comer, I spread love last Summer Photographs with the Hummer A young dumber, bounTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
