Mojo Bag
When I hear these rappers talkin'
I be feelin' nauseous
Out chea totin' pocket rockets
Duckin' false prophets
I play with caution on this territory
Treacherous
I'm hesitant
Ain't no tellin'
Probably post traumatic stress
Niggas be jumpin out they bounds dawg
I'm talkin' flagrant positions
What the fuck is 911
Them be the first ones to kill us
The TV tangles and twists it
No respect for the victim
He got a badge and a gun
So whats the reason
He fears us
Well politics as usual
Slave labor
Day trader
In my free time
Might go take some pictures
Scribble out poetic scriptures
Tryin' to mind my business
These niggas swear they know me
Ice grillin'
Right outside my car
I swear he actin' jokey
Triple K Nazi Boys
Say they tryin to pull a lynch
Tisk Tisk
I'll color up that white sheet
For them crosses bitch
Burnin' flag
Fist up in the air
I got my soulja rag
Candles lit
Tellin ' Mr. Shango
Bless my mojo bag
So I hear you rappers talkin
And it make me nauseous
Out chea totin pocket rockets
Duckin false prophets
The complexion of my skin so dark
It's now a target
Got a trillion dollar spending power
Whats your market
So I hear you rappers talkin
And it make me nauseous
Out chea totin pocket rockets
Duckin false prophets
The complexion of my skin so dark
It's now a target
Got a trillion dollar spending power
Whats your market
Fuck a Gucci and Louie
Ratatouille
Ka-pooey
If you don't like it then sue me
This the spirit of Huey
It's a danger zone right outside your home
Crystals for protection
Smith and Wesson
Just in case
The spirits didn't reach the Heavens
Power driven
Knowledge is the key to economic vision
Triple beam schemes
That emerged from out the project building
Super villain
Avengin every slave
I feel the blood drippin
Conjure up a spell for the freedom fighters
Innocents behind the wall
They can trap your body
Not your soul dawg
Magic in the tongue
I'm watchin how I speak
Yeah the alien can reach
And dissipate the language
Make it hard to teach
G-O-D ignite inside the mind
Fulfill the prophecy
Triple K
Nazi Boys
Say they tryin to pull a lynch
Tisk Tisk
I'll color up that white sheet
Fuck them crosses bitch
Fuck a flag
Fist up in the air
I got my soulja rag
Candles lit
Santeria spirits in my mojo bag
I be feelin' nauseous
Out chea totin' pocket rockets
Duckin' false prophets
I play with caution on this territory
Treacherous
I'm hesitant
Ain't no tellin'
Probably post traumatic stress
Niggas be jumpin out they bounds dawg
I'm talkin' flagrant positions
What the fuck is 911
Them be the first ones to kill us
The TV tangles and twists it
No respect for the victim
He got a badge and a gun
So whats the reason
He fears us
Well politics as usual
Slave labor
Day trader
In my free time
Might go take some pictures
Scribble out poetic scriptures
Tryin' to mind my business
These niggas swear they know me
Ice grillin'
Right outside my car
I swear he actin' jokey
Triple K Nazi Boys
Say they tryin to pull a lynch
Tisk Tisk
I'll color up that white sheet
For them crosses bitch
Burnin' flag
Fist up in the air
I got my soulja rag
Candles lit
Tellin ' Mr. Shango
Bless my mojo bag
So I hear you rappers talkin
And it make me nauseous
Out chea totin pocket rockets
Duckin false prophets
The complexion of my skin so dark
It's now a target
Got a trillion dollar spending power
Whats your market
So I hear you rappers talkin
And it make me nauseous
Out chea totin pocket rockets
Duckin false prophets
The complexion of my skin so dark
It's now a target
Got a trillion dollar spending power
Whats your market
Fuck a Gucci and Louie
Ratatouille
Ka-pooey
If you don't like it then sue me
This the spirit of Huey
It's a danger zone right outside your home
Crystals for protection
Smith and Wesson
Just in case
The spirits didn't reach the Heavens
Power driven
Knowledge is the key to economic vision
Triple beam schemes
That emerged from out the project building
Super villain
Avengin every slave
I feel the blood drippin
Conjure up a spell for the freedom fighters
Innocents behind the wall
They can trap your body
Not your soul dawg
Magic in the tongue
I'm watchin how I speak
Yeah the alien can reach
And dissipate the language
Make it hard to teach
G-O-D ignite inside the mind
Fulfill the prophecy
Triple K
Nazi Boys
Say they tryin to pull a lynch
Tisk Tisk
I'll color up that white sheet
Fuck them crosses bitch
Fuck a flag
Fist up in the air
I got my soulja rag
Candles lit
Santeria spirits in my mojo bag
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Writer(s): Keenan Bell
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