In world news today officials decree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias Scarface must be stopped.
After being monitored by secret service agents for two years, evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his literally dope lyrics promote drug usage, and distribution, degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach violence. And more importantly, it's influencing our minors and destroying our community.
Officials say, he's the "Lord Of Underground Rap". Him and his music must be stopped.
Scarface:
And now we got em' on a mission Now the whole entire world has gotta try to come up with a quick decision They claim we threats to society And now they callin' on the government to try to make somebody quiet For the nonsense they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 and 2Pac never gave a gun to me So gangsta rap ain't done jack for that I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat So why you tryin' to kick some dust up America's always been known for blaiming us brothas for they mess-ups And we were always considered evil Now they tryin' to bust our only code of communicatin' with our people Let's peep the game from a different angle Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled So why you criticize me For the things that you see on your TV That rates worse than PG Just come around to where they got me So you can feel the hand of the dead body
Chorus:(Repeat 2X)
Ya know you can't believe that song That brotha's wrong Gangstas don't live that long
So now they tryin' seperation And sendin' black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation Tappin' into our conversation Saying the message that they give Bring forth wrong premeditations So David's got a silver mag While listenin' to Brad, David gets mad and kills his dad David Duke's got a shotgun So why you get upset cause I got one A tisket a tasket A brotha got his ass kicked Shot in the face by a cop, closed casket An open and shut situation Cop gets got, they wanna blame it on my occupation If you don't dig me, than baby you can sue me cause the things that I be sayin' ain't worse than yo western movies Don't blame me, blame your man Gotti Now you can feel the hand of the dead body
Chorus: 2x
Ice Cube:
You best to free your mine Before I free my nine And stop messin' with the void in pop Or feel my hot rocks Bang,bang, boom boom, ping ping I'm the black White boys got a magazine and don't know how to act I'll attack and make you vomit Down with Kahlid Abdul Muhammad Do he got a brother, I'm it now I'm the illest Wanna kill this house, Don Cornelius Can you feel this? You punk suckas make me sick Suckin' on the devil's trick Scared of revolution Need to start deuchin' Houston is the place I caught a case Them fools, tried to put a scar on my face But I bust two times to the gut To the Reverend Calvin Butts Gotta pair of n??? I started this gangsta hit in 86 Now you dissin' me For publicity Isn't he a hoe to the third degree Who me? I'm a 'G' who like to scrap-a-lot Down with Rap-A-Lot And I can't stop, won't stop So tell Bill and Hillary Ice Cube, it ain't no killin me, yeah Ice Cube, Scarface Getin' with these house suckas, and they don't stop.
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