Thinkin' back to the joint "AINT THA DEVIL HAPPY",
his demonic call lingers on just to trap me.
too many names tagged to ya, you're still mayhem;
too many images well known all portrays em'.
banks represent "EQUAL 3-TIMES",
money is no more than being on a pc typing out three lines!
simple & plain, somebody programmed a number, thats ya dollars & change.
yo, the fruit gets stranger: the murdaland rivers call you close,
you can hear the whispers, moans & chains rattling.
part of the 1% enslavin' is the vatican; 10% is evil,
follow me, you can grab a pen!
genoside never died, tis tha season to clap with the 45's,
peace to bradley manning for not tellin' lies,
the new-wave america: everybody dies, STRAIGHT SUICIDE...
Nowadays ya gotta watch what you eat;
buckshots in the pump cocked right where ya sleep in case martial law hits,
eight-power's cant see this clear to be possible... closing hospitals..
GOVERNMENT WORKING PUPPETEERS,
pullin' our strings for infinite odd years, they dont care!
bitches got tha A.I.D.S. cure son, stop frontin' like you never made one,
MAGIC SHOULD OF BEEN GONE! you aint hearin' this song,
theyre makin' cancer cells. what tha fuck is em FREE PHONES for?
we're already on the strolls like whores! trying to run from every last pimp
thats bloodsucking us with vigor for every last cent!!