We the People....

Album: We Got It from Here... Thank You 4 Your Service (2016)
Charted: 77
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  • We don't believe you 'cause we the people
    Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don't need you
    You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
    When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food
    The ramen noodle
    Your simple voodoo is so maniacal
    We're liable to pull a juju
    The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
    She don't love me, she make money, she don't study that
    She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back
    She gon' take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that
    The doors have signs with, don't try to rhyme with
    VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
    Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
    And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically
    The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
    The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas
    Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
    Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole
    Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold
    Ain't settling because I ain't so bold but ay

    All you Black folks, you must go
    All you Mexicans, you must go
    And all you poor folks, you must go
    Muslims and gays
    Boy, we hate your ways
    So all you bad folks, you must go

    The fog and the smog of news media that logs
    False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
    We're not just nigga rappers with the bars
    It's kismet that we're cosmic with the stars
    You bastards overlooking street art
    Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
    So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians
    Fuck y'all know about true competition?
    That's like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin'
    The only one who's hitting are the ones that's currently spittin'
    We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten
    Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division
    Boy, I tell you that's vision
    Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
    The Tribe be the best in they division
    Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
    Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
    Still them tryna move we off the fucking block
    Babylon, bloodclot
    Two pon yuh headtop

    All you Black folks, you must go
    All you Mexicans, you must go
    And all you poor folks, you must go
    Muslims and gays
    Boy, we hate your ways
    So all you bad folks, you must go Writer/s: F. Frank Iommi, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Malik Izaak Taylor, Ozzy Osbourne, Terence Michael Butler, William T. Ward
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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