Sick of everything you say Sick of everything you do Sick of all your opinions Yeah, I'm sick of you Sick of all your politics Sick of the things
all out Let's talk abou tit What, yeah, now put ya hands up Uh, what, now put ya hands up Put ya hands up Now get ya back up off the wall [Sadat X] I
dirty fingers picking up finds Bruised with a motherless childish mind To be kind in the line of design without a proper subject Got all apologies Signed up
If I had your life I'd put my throat to a knife Fill your days with emptiness, but I don't have the time I won't grow up, I won't fall in line You don
How could I do this, could I do this? When I knew he would die FED's rushed the door, yelled 'everyone on the floor' My man pulled his knife and started to fight
of the mother What wobbly conscience contested the acid breast-fed lepers CF? Anonymity is a computer screen and a losing team fighting mc's in their
touch ya Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme we walk up and buck ya Stuck ya in the head, rush ya Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you Your
FED's on tape You got a close friend you down with him, for life that's a fact But everytime you turn around, he got his knife in your back You taking
to Rahway Prison) [Chuck D] (Five-o said, "Freeze!") I got banged up, stitched up, shut up, word up I'm fed up, I'm doin time in lock-up In the hole,
Swing it Swing it.. [VERSE 1: Laquan] Swing blue and sweat black a massive strain is on my brain 400 years of pain are flowing through my veins The fight
betta raze it up All my hoods' on the block better raze it up All my peoples locked up better raze up You better raze it up You better raze it up [Sonsee
kinda fed so instead of the lead, how bout a burnin bed? In order for my mother to last So while he's laid up, straight up, I be puttin some gas on his
m getting you jawed (ow!) I'm waving the blade; I'm telling you back up (back up!) You empty your pockets, I'm picking your pack up (gimmie that) You
game and how to be responsible But back then I couldn't see it I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin' and ended up in a big fight
buy a slice in Howard Beach And if I get rolled up the brother won't fold up I reach for the steel and say, "Hold up" Seen a lotta things in my days And
bout hustlin and bustin Some say you gotta crawl before you walk, livin the street life The same say dont bring a knife to a gun fight A couple of people
