Blowback

"I am a former Los Angeles Police narcotics detective
And I worked south central Los Angeles and I will tell you
Director Deutch empathically that the agency has dealt drugs
Throughout this country for a long time"

I been searching for the dawn of a new day
'Cause I got something new to say
You don't think we can do this, Bitch, give us a chance
I know at first glance I probably seem pretty stable, but
Let me loose on this mic and I'm off the hinges
Breaking all the tables, Ya
Running my lyrics through the damn mic
Making people hear it wanna start a fight
Start another movement, fight for the Cause
Brain washed soldiers in camouflage
Takin' what's our Ours!
Takin' it Now!
I'm too scared to jump 'cause I'm afraid to hit the ground
Give me a pound if you like that sound
Light that shit up and pass it around

'Cause where we go, you won't know
We Smoke Trees and Green Leaves
U.S. Gold, It's sold and sold
To our friends at the UN
Corporate Crimes make Dividends
Crop it, bust it, betray your friends
The U.S. makes money on both ends

I'm your love cause I'm givin' it to you
I'm your love cause I'm givin' it to you

So now I'm sitting in the bottom of this barrel
Clutching this mic like a gun
Waiting for someone to give me a reason to have some fun, You better run
'Cause runs this ammo runs deep
I need some sleep and I have no pity
Won't stop 'til my mark is left on this whole fucking city
'Cause I'm witty, unpredictable, I got talent and natural game
Nothin's dope on the radio so I'm still bumping Wu Tang
So when the MCs came we all killed it
Working together giving all that we got to make sure you feel it
'Cause

'Cause where we go, you won't know
We Smoke Trees and Green Leaves
U.S. Gold, It's sold and sold
To our friends at the UN
Corporate Crimes make Dividends
Crop it, bust it, betray your friends
The U.S. makes money on both ends

I'm your love cause I'm givin' it to you
I'm your love cause I'm givin' it to you

You gotta catch me on the run
'Cause I'm not doing this for fun
Broke my hand from these damn chains
Makin' a run
Putting the weight of both of my worlds on top of my shoulders and havin a threeway
Ready to drop all my problems and move somewhere where they don't have freeways
For now turn all the levels up on this mic I'm going for broke
I've been smoking for years so I'm gonna choke
So where we go from here yo that shit doesn't even matter
I'm ready to kill the American Dream and build myself a new ladder

'Cause where we go, you won't know
We Smoke Trees and Green Leaves
U.S. Gold, It's sold and sold
To our friends at the UN
Corporate Crimes make Dividends
Crop it, bust it, betray your friends
The U.S. makes money on both ends