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lance markeith - when capitalism kills that jive ass turkey! lyrics

yo yo yo yo (yo ya yo yo you)
yo yo yo yo (yo ya yo yo you)

i’ll slap yo motherf+ckin’ ass n+gga!

uh
live from the gutter
where the monsters are huddled up
in the corner
blowin’ bubbles of that crack smoke
they love the way it
hit they brains
the blood stains make em sang
real n+ggas do real things
and i feel em as they fillin’ up
drillin’ until they skin peelin’ away
itchin’ and illin’ for the jugg of the day
illegitimate chillin’ fillin prescriptions today
fulfillin’ ill+advised wishes
and givin’ the pills they paid + for
like n+gga we juggin’
ain’t this what you came for
what them n+ggas up the block’ll
shoot and bang + for
all for the low+low, my n+gga
(ay we got that fifteen a gram, motherf+cker you wanna get it? you +gon’ get it right)
said i’m just coming clean
cause it’s a dirty game
cops’ll take ya jugg money
just to get some fame
tell you that your p+ss is dirty
give you a dirty name
and left yo ass in the system
just to rot and hang
i had a dream i fell asleep
in trayvon martin pool of blood
baptized in the name of righteousness
and real thugs
real g’s on drugs, withdrawing from love
and the hugs and the kisses
from the daddy that never was
sh+t i’m hungry as can be
poppa let a n+gga eat
i been ravaging the streets
rippin these packages in to pieces
so the fifths i drink i don’t plead em
my n+ggas hungry
who the f+ck is gone feed em
(who finna feed em?)
yeah!
i had a dream that i would die today
and i didn’t even cry
said nah lord, i didn’t even try
i say, look to god and ask em
why my pride this way
why! oh why!
some of them creep, some of them crawl
some of them weep some of them ball
oh why! tell me why!
some of them peaceful some of them brawl
some of them beat ya some not at all

i solemnly swear my n+gga
that i am up to no good
i’m up in yo hood
just got back to class with the half+bloods
and latino princes
they pitched it to me we got it back in a instance
i’m coming back from a vision
where i was trappin’ in slytherin
serving magic in increments
i’m just mad i ain’t finished it
these snake ass n+ggas gone make me k!ll em
i’m speakin’ p+rs+l tongue just to get rid of them
ain’t no justice for n+ggas them
no martyrs defending
no artists to give to them
i go hard for my wizard men
who can make a brick flip
without even touching it
i put a spell on the money
it opened up discussion with me
(i put a spell on you!)
it must be the fame, obviously names make em rang
can’t make these n+ggas dollars for em
that wait for change
nickel and dimin’ n+ggas
ain’t got time for these obama n+ggas
they say yes we can
i did it twice within a rhyme for n+ggas
that’s just on my momma n+gga
got cousin’s in azkaban waiting for consignment
when we was in the ruff lookin’ for diamonds
and now i’m tryna recapture his soul with all this grinding
so tell that b+tch bellatrix that she can find me
ain’t no hidin’!
i’m just ridin’ on this wave n+gga
i’m stackin’ up all my parchment
can’t spare no page n+gga
the ink spillin’ from my quill
is tellin’ me that i’m the illest alive
put all yo bias, comments and all yo feelings aside
uh! i had a dream
that voldermort was actually on my team
i gave tom ritalin he started fidgetin’ and i screamed!
what the f+ck does this really mean!?
why, erra, why + why, why, why?!
why, erra, why + why, why, why?!
cause some of them, and some of them + yeah
why, erra, why + why, why, why?!
why, erra, why + why, why, why?!

they said run for it, run for it, run
they said run for it, run for it, run
they said run for it, run for it, run

i had a dream
that all these n+ggas wasn’t who they seem
and it was some of the closest on my team
imma catch that motherf+cker that stole my motherf+cking microwave mane

- lance markeith lyrics

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