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Correct Action Figures Lyrics
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Correct Action Figures
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What down world, the good feeling, what's hood with it (hood with it) I spit it for each his own My images stay in the hood like the reaper's skull It's all good in the hood long as we get on Know how I felt the cops came in and said my uncle's missing Thought they was lying, couldn't bear to listen A victim of chronic alcoholism and Now he's buried under the hood like transmissions So, the speculators are record breaking Until they take my breath away feather weight niggas levitate There's got to be a better way And they ain't running on treadmills when they running to get rid of the extra weight Same concept though, they just run in place No progress, you always see the same faces Over and over the cops pulling you over To make sure they filling their quota Like they your brother that's pulling you over and harassing you Flick-flash light flashing you, night stick bashing you And then asking you if you sell drugs or shoot like rappers do That's the image we was given, didn't like it from beginning Cuz the records that we spinning disrespectful to our women Can't say I'm not involved cuz they say I am a dog That's one of my biggest flaws but that was all I was taught That's all that I know And it's hard to disregard like sleeping with one eye closed No doze, no sleep cuz there's foes on the street Vice Lords, Latin Kings, unknowns on the street And there's mo's on the street Gd's Bd's Sd's on the street God forbid when they meet Po-pos on the street Crooked cops is the biggest gang on the block patrolling the streets Young Anakin is at it again Skywalker, please that's what you can call me While you trying to pose hard like mannequin men Fully poseable arms with no kung-fu grip Cuz you a doll not an action figure Cuz you don't want action nigga Don't ask for the dap, yo Got to make it to the top floor Cuz you know that I came from a grass growth Watch and my cap low, itch it, scratch yo Master said niggas got to come in through the back door Guess what black folks If you ain't auditioning for a snail movie u ain't got to act slow I got too much too lose Yo it's like T-bones on top shelves, the stakes is high I let it drizzle on your brain like the filling when it rain Take the symbol with the flame, the gold with the heat With the timid and the lame and the bold and the meek The good with the bad, take the happy and the sad That's what I call life, put it all in a bag And what do we have, dude It's like a scripture from Matthews Bide my time unwind the twist tie and throw it back at you/achoo Like you sneeze from your spine, when you breathe from behind I'm a let you do you if you let me do mine So please do recline and enjoy the show Cuz even though
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