[Intro: Demetrius Capone]
Yo, I don't fuck with the police, hating ass niggas
Or these young niggas trying to set trip on me
Asking me where I'm from, I'm a grown man nigga
And fuck these niggas trying to dumb down rap
My real niggas feel me
[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
Y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all, y'all
Never seen a nigga this raw, naw
I piss em off, fuck what you thought
I'm the realest nigga y'all ever saw
Y'all ever saw
Yo yo yo yo yo yo, yo
This is how real shit go, go
My niggas know, my niggas know
I'mma kick the realest shit that I ever wrote
I ever wrote
[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
Yo, fuck this unjust system, I just need a just system
Need to adjust the system, fuck the criminal justice system
I wish I coulda told Oscar Grant to watch his back
Geronimo Ji Jaga Pratt, and a Dodger cap, I'll be that
Kelly Thomas, Manuel Diaz, wish I coulda brought em back
Cops abuse they power, cowards, lets put a stop to that
Wait, before you think my views distorted towards police
Come walk down memory's dark corridor with me
Me and my older bro was teens, leaving the grocery store as we
Went to strolling towards our ve-hicle, noticed 4 police
Then soon as we got out the parking lot, they rolled up on us deep
Told us freeze, or they'll squeeze, there was a cordial discrete
Opened both our doors to .357 magnums pointed at us
They told us they looking for killers who look like both my bro and me
See, the murder had just occurred, we pulled our whereabouts with grocery store receipts
This is real, this ain't oratory, G
Fuck police
[Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
I'm addressing the haters, I'm expressing my anger
I'm addressing anyone jealous of the success of his neighbors
Let's get this shit straight, envy is a bitch trait
When men stray from men's traits, it's like they might as well menstruate
My nigga I ain't a hater, but nigga I hate a hater
I wanna take a razor-sharp sabre and shave the face of a hater
The worst hate comes from those who was your friends before
Analyze your friends before you trust em, sometimes your friends be foes
When you get fame, then they'll hate
Shoot down your dreams, MLK
Same thing happened to PAC, JMJ, JFK
I don't owe you shit, success comes to those who wait
But you want it sooner on some OU shit
Yeah but truthfully, you hating ass niggas should root for me
Salute a G, I represent what the youth could be
Instead you wanna take loot from me, you reap what you sow
You wanna eat what I grow, but won't get a fruit from me
You wasn't in the booth with me, I look down on you like you 2'3"
[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
[Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]
So many street names or ghetto soldiers have fallen behind
The sun races to the finish line, we falling behind
They ask where I'm from, I'mma respond with poverty all of the time
They calling us ignorant, I'm calling us blind
You know how many lives get took just from minds thats crooked, and 9's and bullets
From riders pulling up and arriving after riding around
Like surprise and pulling out shit like "Where you from?", bearing guns
I'm not looking for a Pulitzer Prize for putting these lines in books
I'm just sick of my niggas copping clothes with the sickest designs
Thinking they'll get some dimes to looking, then finding themselves in situations thats deadly
Over what type of fucking color my nigga's shirts painted
Or if niggas turf-banging
I'm sick of hurt, anguish, profanity's my first language
Maybe a quote from Crook can convince em
"Seek knowledge to speak wisdom, and gangbang against the system"
[Verse 4: Demetrius Capone]
Fuck dumbing down rap, what's the world coming to
Fuck the world, literally, now I'm what the worlds cumming to
Y'all be sounding like faggots when you rapping, fuck that, because of you
My screws done come unloose, now I'm crazy enough to tell the fucking truth
Fuck this new ratchet era, I'm from the true ratchet era
Ratchet carriers back when there was a passion for rap and you had to care
When a rapper could stare in the mirror and there was a rapper with actual talent
Who stared right back at you, now you new guys should be scared to look at yourself and in fact you embarrassing us
You cats should be wearing some blush, now add mascara
I'm finna scare-up pricks, that stir up shit, you niggas made a massive error
Letting this bastard bare a mic, cuz I've got a massive pair a balls
I'm finna mash and air it all, the fans and the masses they're at fault too
Ratchet-ass shit, the fans had a hand in that shit
It's up to the fans to demand the classics, get off bandwagons and ban that whackness
Get on board with the penmanship, it seems as if we've abandoned that shit
Then we gotta educate the younger fans, who don't understand they a fucking fan of whack shit
[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
