Blood Cotton
Blood on the cotton that I picked
To make somebody rich
Ain't no scholarships
On the Nawf
Just ghetto politics
And plenty pain
My rhymes ain't only just to entertain
You averaging ten a game
Niggas need to get in ya lane
They spinned his frame
Poverty minded
With a expensive chain
Business is war
The hidden hand
That controls the poor
The Muslim at the store
Sells liquor and pork galore
Just to make a living
Rich men plotting on more
Taking over planets
Space rockets that finally landed
Planted a flag on mars
Exploded and than it vanished
Advance tech
Wack ass niggas
Still ain't advance yet
Your dance steps
Ain't quite right
You get your man's slept
For boxing with the god
With a lack of reach
Another verse another masterpiece
I blast the beast
When the Mac release
Nigga Kapeesh
For that money niggas kidnaps ya niece
We had the least
Slaveships blessed over
By the Catholic PREIST
With holy water
as the ship sailed
The western coast
Reverend pork
Said obey your master
Grabbed him by the throat
Grabbed the rope
Big gold chains
Biz markie on the boat
They caught the vapors
We caught plenty capers
La Raiders
I'm Eazy E with the stick
Aiming the shit at haters
I spit a rhyme from 1999
Everything divine
Nothing new up under the sun
But watch me shine
Living off borrowed time
Most of my niggas no longer here
Put some knowledge in the atmosphere
360 like a sphere
Cuz knowledge is 360 degrees
I fuck college hoes
With masters and PHDS
Paying lawyer fees
For niggas but would they do the same?
Shit they left me in the rain .
Man fuck it we off in Spain
On a private plane
Still take trips just without the cane
Still hit the hood in foreign whips
But it feels strange
Like I'm stunting on niggas
Who got a pocket full of change
Shit is getting deeper
They track a nigga by his visa
Divide the bread like a pizza
Pyramids in Giza
Still standing strong
Like after we pass the music living on
I put some hieroglyphics in the song
So when I'm gone
The young niggas hear it
Marcus Garvey spirit
Wake the masses up when they fear it
And scared to get near it
To make somebody rich
Ain't no scholarships
On the Nawf
Just ghetto politics
And plenty pain
My rhymes ain't only just to entertain
You averaging ten a game
Niggas need to get in ya lane
They spinned his frame
Poverty minded
With a expensive chain
Business is war
The hidden hand
That controls the poor
The Muslim at the store
Sells liquor and pork galore
Just to make a living
Rich men plotting on more
Taking over planets
Space rockets that finally landed
Planted a flag on mars
Exploded and than it vanished
Advance tech
Wack ass niggas
Still ain't advance yet
Your dance steps
Ain't quite right
You get your man's slept
For boxing with the god
With a lack of reach
Another verse another masterpiece
I blast the beast
When the Mac release
Nigga Kapeesh
For that money niggas kidnaps ya niece
We had the least
Slaveships blessed over
By the Catholic PREIST
With holy water
as the ship sailed
The western coast
Reverend pork
Said obey your master
Grabbed him by the throat
Grabbed the rope
Big gold chains
Biz markie on the boat
They caught the vapors
We caught plenty capers
La Raiders
I'm Eazy E with the stick
Aiming the shit at haters
I spit a rhyme from 1999
Everything divine
Nothing new up under the sun
But watch me shine
Living off borrowed time
Most of my niggas no longer here
Put some knowledge in the atmosphere
360 like a sphere
Cuz knowledge is 360 degrees
I fuck college hoes
With masters and PHDS
Paying lawyer fees
For niggas but would they do the same?
Shit they left me in the rain .
Man fuck it we off in Spain
On a private plane
Still take trips just without the cane
Still hit the hood in foreign whips
But it feels strange
Like I'm stunting on niggas
Who got a pocket full of change
Shit is getting deeper
They track a nigga by his visa
Divide the bread like a pizza
Pyramids in Giza
Still standing strong
Like after we pass the music living on
I put some hieroglyphics in the song
So when I'm gone
The young niggas hear it
Marcus Garvey spirit
Wake the masses up when they fear it
And scared to get near it
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Grimes, Victor Frazier
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