Listen now Blind Baby what we want to go for on this record Is not just a blues record, but we want a document. An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people Against the white devil slave masters
Sittin' at the pad watchin' cops Trippin' off the pigs keepin' niggaz off the block But don't let a nigga get got out the ghetto 'Cause you know gettin' caught out the ghetto Is a motherfuckin' no-no 'Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet Mr. Billyclub and (who?) Mr. Concrete Face down on the pavement Keepin' niggaz out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it But vice verse the kicks And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick Fee fie foe fum, the niggaz overcome Everything is numb and it's filmed at eleven It's like bustin' caps at the bunny You get a buck buck buck, buck shots in the tummy They didn't have a fuckin' clue (fuck you!) Yeah, it's time to get the ankle blues
[Chorus: x2] He is the epitome of anti-disestablishmentarism What's your latest hit brother?
We caught the punk pluggin' on our block He looked like he's armed so I went for my glock Call up the homies, look like we got one Lay on the ground paleface, and that's when the fun begun We beat him down like we were loco (And said, "Fuck John Lennon") (and his punk bitch Yoko) Steady takin' charge of the neighborhood We got a nine-eleven call on another fuckin' pecker wood We rolled up on him and he broke He looked like he was tryin' to sell some fuckin' dope Nope, we ain't goin' out like that That's when I let his ass have it with the gat Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks He will never sell dope to another fuckin' black ('Cause it's like that) It's untraced without a clue (fuck you!) Yeah, his ass caught the ankle blues
Nigga nigga nigga nigga, nigga damn fool (Monkey see, monkey do!) House made nigga's on his way with a fat pay But the motherfuckers, paid for his doomsday We laid in the cut for some days Trippin' off this nigga lookin' like he's in a daze What do whitey what do whitey really want to know? The outcome of a sellout, is an Oreo yo We hung him by his neck til it snapped That's when my homey woke me up out my nap (wake up 'loc) Wakin' back up to the signs of reality Trippin' off the shit that we watchin' on TV Them motherfuckers think I'm soft (psych) It's a sign of the Lench Mob settin' it off It's untraced without a clue It's the niggaz, that's catchin' the ankle blues!
What's your latest hit brother? What's your latest hit brother?