I be having homicide running through my mind Don't know what's up with me Shit fuck with me all the time Eating at my spine A motherfucka in my prime How you gonna get yours When you're too busy getting mine
Now who is this murderous criminal Coming through If you think it's E-Roc the subliminals Is working on you There's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge Can't go straight or budge I got a bloody grudge
Dead bodies lying all around me But the real murderers ain't never got no bounty County coroners be spittin' out statistics With this ass if you think this Blast is coming from my residential district
There's something that I think you should know It's the motherfucking Coup we from the eastside "O" Peep my flow creep by slow See all my folks is broke Survivors for the crushes of the low Take a whiff and smell the gunsmoke
Smell the gunsmoke
I'm getting white hairs From the nightmares everynight Cos somebody's got a contract On my life Im in a gang that's in an all out war They jump me in when They knife my umbilical cord So it begins with a slap on the ass Now you in the working class trick You here so fast we already made your casket Wallet gots one buck So the phrase gun suck Gets hella tired Cats ain't the only motherfuckas getting fried
Skeletons deep down in the ocean Cos them slave ships had that three stop motion Face down, floating on the Mississippi river Burning crosses and motherfuckas saying die nigga die nigga It all started when we start producing scratch Some of my homies got no legs attached Without no food up in the fridge You ain't go never have peace Cos with a trigger You can finger fuck without no grease
Smell the gunsmoke
I said fuck the whole judge and the jury My mind got delirous My eyes got blurry Had my uncle strapped to the chair Hands oxtied Breathing in gas Breathing out carbon monoxide Whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel Cos ain't no billionaires on the murder trial Make the ghetto concentration camps every mile So march your ass to the gas chambers single file Whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv? More peoples die of starvation and TB See me with an angry face and a beanie Cos my relationship with Uncle Sam is steamy Its what I've been through I’m like Cinque What I got you got to get it put it in you The ruling class was cut throat since fresh off the boat Show em we ain't no joke Let them choke off the gunsmoke
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