Method Man, Prodigy, KRS-One and KAM
Bulworth soundtrack
Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It)
Hey yo
(What up dunn)
Niggas we last felt
(There's gotta be more to it than this) Word up
This what it's all about dunn, huh?
Eatin (can't understand) drinkin, fuckin, suckin
(What up?) I don't know baby
(Nah man) It's not, it's not yo word up
I'm tellin you right now
(I know this shit tho, hey yo)
[Prodigy]
Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to absorb my energy
Knowin it's strength of me
Take a few to get me an edge
My green light shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical gleam
Put the bottles and smoke down, pick up a magazine
Popped it inside the AR-15
Put it aside, round up the regime
While you rely on religion
I hold a nine on a mission to pull fire on your opposition
Revelation was the vision of this
Crack the heavens it's time to bring the business shit
My story goes back to the mall of pyramids
I seen things that you won't believe exist
You's a lunatic suspended in time dunn
A secondary light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, subscribin to Popular Guns
But are you really prepared for the things to come?
[KRS-One]
Check it out
True underground sound from the Boogie Down
Uptown, downtown gather round for the showdown
Inate faces callin out these racists
Had Rolling Stone spin details in other places
KRS is the source
Fuck these magazines leadin hip hop of course
You print about black mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no black editors?
Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone
They sendin me a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant to the culture and the microphone
This has got to stop
Your whole spot is blown sky-high, battle why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
You don't understand why you're publically banned
Until you recognize the writing skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us ain't thuggin
Gossipin over who's homosexual
Some of us are black intellectuals up in harlem world
You can't get with me
So now in midtown you wanna stop and talk to me
Bitch ass journalist
Is this your fake hip hop publication look I'm burnin this
[Method Man]
How many didn't wanna see it happen
Street news live from Staten
If life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do good through legal action
So you sabotagin, throw a def in his squad
Fo-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin these dark soul assassins
Jakes hate the gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly fashion
Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crowe law
Mind control theory, y'all niggas don't hear me
Generation X droppin fast, who's next?
Next to get wet by the rain of the tech-
Nology, follow me, open up wide now, swallow me
Every calorie is reality, the truth
The whole truth and nuthin but the truth
Taste is the proof, these niggas want the juice
And in the crossfire be the youth
Who didn't learn to duck when they shoot
[KAM]
What kind of party is this? It's that political kind
Where America's best most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf, dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign laugh through white collar crime
Behind suits and clean shades
I confuse em and use em as tools of slaves
Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations
I robs the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
You marryin the dirt and I'ma throw in the tux for free
I tell the people what they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer and then they re-elect me every year
So when the coast is clear I stop duckin
And start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
That's my style, my parlor tricks
Triple-6 convicts, lyin is automatic
In the government, republican or democratic
Fuck freedom, justice and equality
Nigga just accept my apology and suck this tricknology
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