Boom Boom Satellites
앨범 : 19972007 Best Album

Color of dead
Looks like your future is history
Why you diss in me
Ain't no mystery
On the outside peekin' in
End of your freeride
No way you can win
Beginnin' of the end
Of my liberal friends who pretend
Everything's changed
But ain't nuttin changed much
Uhh this is Chuck
Stays to the left of negro
To the right of nigga
Just black be where my mind is at
Shit, where the rest of my cats?
High trees catch a lot of wind my friend
My shits in a bind
Fine line between aware and blind
You don't mind they don't mind
Some of them ain't got a mind
Mind over matter
I don't mind
and you don't matter
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
I flock to refugees
Who flock to me
The roots the coup
And kick aside the genocide and the juice
Comedians actors nuclear reactors
Players and ballplayers
Singers dancers and rhyme sayers
Why do us like you do
Ska doo
Fuck da residue
Frustrated 5 on 2S
No breaks for madd crews
Now who the fuck is you
sick a you
Community hoesis
Who posin as moses
In street clothist
Who be the closest who blows it
Every rhyme be for the future of mankind
Crazy heads cuttin' off the dreads
Ruin health
Wit no knowledge of self
Incommin' taxes break in backs off a blacks
Who dome 400 years in this abyss?
So I piss
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Some things in the air
When the smoke clears
Will it only be white folks and black jokes
How many be gone
If they bomb barbershops and hair salons
Time to dot com
Before they rub out clubs
Where you get your drink on
Mother father sister bro
Love is the message
But war be on the front page
In this mess-age
Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred
Macked by the same tactics
Wit us in a tundra
Goin' under
Avoidin' cries from sodomized
Society
Scary getting screwed without a dictionary