[Intro] Go ahead motherfucker, shit I dont know man, this motherfucker First day right, check it out, dont sit on the corner, man We aint talkin bout you, we talkin bout the same thing, man, motherfucker [Killah Priest] I wanna see what goin with the Black Market, I mean Like when I was coming up, it was like, you know Martin, and Malcolm, you know, Im, Im, kinda feeling like The Black Market is on that energy, and that type of direction, man [Timbo King] Yeah, basically, thats like, our forefathers right there That generation just guided us to what we is right now So basically, you know, we just moving the unit, knowwhatimean [Killah Priest] All right, all right. Slow motion. You know it kill me though When you got these brothas out here, talkin bout They thugs and they gangsta. To me, like Malcolm Like Malcolm, was a gangsta [Timbo King] Yeah, for real [Killah Priest] Like Huey P. Newton, now that was a gangsta, Timbo You know, you reppin, like how yall brothas say Yall reppin, yall reppin like that brother? [Timbo King] Yo, we reppin. Like...yo Look at old man John right there, man [Killah Priest] I just wanna see more life from you, you got alotta music out there Everybody running around talkin bout, they this Unit, and Knowhatimean, gangsta, and all that, I just wanna see Some more life in the music, for the babies [Timbo King] Thats whats its about, man. We know about that generation right there [Killah Priest] Check this out brother I mean, not to cut you off, what Im sayin, I gotta keep it movin [Timbo King] Yo, you know the saying, its black people, eat too much grease Cuz every diner in New York, is controlled by Greeks Until my sons bust guns, like Paul Robeson Political rebel, rollin with a, army of bums Homeless, individuals, no government funds Tell Colin Powell, hes forgot where it came from Drug deals turn sour, the bitter taste of money The hood, been hoodwinked, weve been labeled as dummies Education got the youth, like, fuck next period Rather slang rocks, thats it, period A rich man, cant walk on the floors of heaven Fahrenheit 911, got yall callin your reverend Yeah, I said its wartime, like we fightin in Baghdad Women you tryin to have, Ive had that, done bagged that The blood founder, call me Charles Drew You need more that F.O.I., to guard you, when I barge through Producers want to charge 15 gs Comin into their studios with 15 G.D.s Bite the bullet, put the hit out on the Presidents head For all the pain and the bloodshed
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