keeps stickin' Now, what's really known as a radio cut? When you can say and you can't say (Shit, fuck) I really think you wanna hear it But the radio stations, you
riddle Deaths on the other side I'm kinda stuck in the middle Can I get a little or alot Can I say a prayer, your religion's all you got I know what I
last thing to do I showed you me then I showed you you. CHORUS: What you dish out I use for fuel the more you hate the more I rule try to keep me down
do all this fucked up shit, man (Yeah, what's this?) I don't fucking know, man (What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?) He tells me to do this shit
hug hoy, I'm bad for you kids to listen to Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it [Interlude: Dr. TC] Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say
Another fashion slogan what would you do of a polluted, starved, corrupted world & soiled what was serene if I tore you dreams & you heard the violent
and is it true in the after; like the souls adrift? thats kamakazi logic, man the ghetto is the topic you trying to cop it, you gotta sell it then you
of god is just a front That justifies this modern day witch-hunt Your bigoted religion is what you trust But your sick god doesn't govern us
Whether, you police or a thug on the streets Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold Yo we never
, you police or a thug on the streets Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold Yo we never know
of y'all I don't trust religion I don't trust the police or the justice system Peace to erez the hustler locked up in prison See you when you get home
do well A waste of precious life, twenty five and an L Society pushed him down and out Soul provider, what's it all about Religion, faith, can we do
[Talib Kweli] Yo Dee (What?) Come on (Yeah..) What? What? Come on (Yeah) "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis I agreed, know what
] Yo dee (what? ) Come on (yeah..) What? what? come on (yeah) "give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man louis I agreed, know what he
And other gangsters then decide to do with his life. Beef is not what these famous niggas would do in the mic, Beef is what George Bush would do in a
a juniper tree She don't know what to do But I do 'Cause she do it to me Let it go let it go It's not nice to be like ice It's much better if you feel
Who's your God? Who do you have inside? Try to show What you've been Tryin' to hide Got no one They're tearin' you apart Sell your soul Don't ever lose
How can I put dem on my mind When I know Jah, Jah truth nuff a dem nah go find? How can I put dem on my mind When I know their own truth they will have