The poets are the town criers
So we don't have the right to deny knowledge
Because the crowd is relying on us
Which means theoretically, dude
They should be able to watch poetry ciphers instead of the news...
My lyrical recital's like the Bible
'Cause the Word is good, but jokers don't follow it
You're like a virgin giving head
I KNOW you won't swallow it!
My book stays on the shelf, man
Like Bush's health care plan:
It looks good on paper, but the voters aren't buying it
The President is a laugh riot
Because if we really "won" the war in Iraq, what's up with the fucking
gas prices?
Between Korea, Afghanistan, and Palestine, shit
We got more beef than the Atkins diet
You know what's nasty like hair in your food?
They did a movie about Christ
And first thing y'all said was it wasn't fair to the Jews
Hell, it wasn't fair to the DUDE!
I'll tell you herbs, "mayn", like my brother Sir Reigns:
"God disapproves..."
And now they battlin' over gay marriages
Well, WE ain't having lasting marriages, so we should let SOMEBODY have
the shits!
Divorce rate is sky high; the shit's ill
I was watching the news, and even Barbie and Ken are splitsville!
Shit is true, Ken is through, that's on the real, yo
Now when you buy a Barbie, she comes with a strap-on dildo
And they could give us reparations by the millionfold
But after taxes, platinum Cadillacs, and gambling, we still broke!
When I'm with my buddies, steady cruisin's how the feds be
We feel like Finster Bundy 'cause they "usually suspect" we
Got us lined up at the precinct like we took the truck
Talkin' 'bout, "Gimme the keys, ya fuckin' cocksucka...what tha
fuuuuucck?"
And we all holler "keep it real"
But never specify: R-E-A-L or R-E-E-L?
'Cause far as I can tell, music that's R-E-A-L
Never does well as far as R-E-T-A-I-L
The same cats complaining 'bout how hip hop has gotten probably
Copped 50 Cent's CD but didn't cop Talib Kweli
Now, if one's dropping philosophy and the other's dropping bodies
Then that's jive like John Gotti outselling Mahatma Gandhi
Ice Cube talking 'bout "too many rappers in love"
But that nigga's married with kids and still trying to pass for a thug!
It's easy to sell a street image to the streets he don't live in
But that's the part he won't mention
See, somebody told me I wasn't "street enough"
I took it as a compliment
'Cause "Iiiii'mmmm like a bird"
The streets are only where I drop my shit
Not to brag, but I'm a Howard grad
So what I look like rappin' 'bout automatic blasts and body bags?
That was not my path
If it was yours, so what, you proud of that?
"Tell me something good" like Chaka Khan; how 'bout that?
Rappers are funny; whole albums about being mobsters
But holler "stop, thief!" when you're downloaded off of Kazaa?
Crying in the court about your copyright protection
But YOU told me "how to rob"; I simply followed your directions!
Arguing about "intellectual property rules"
But ain't nothing intellectual about State Property, fool!
The most "gangster" record that dropped in 2003
Was "The Love Below" by Andre 3000, G
The streets is overrated
Streets is just "holy" pavement
"Holy" from jokers spraying
And "holy" from old folks praying
And if the streets is really the place to be, cousin
Why come everyone you see in the streets is mean-muggin'?
I'm sick of y'all meat-beaters glorifying street demeanor
FUCK the streets!
I represent the street CLEANERS!
The poets are the town criers!
So we don't have the right to deny knowledge
Because the crowd is relying on us!
Which means theoretically, dude
They should be able to watch poetry ciphers instead of the news
Y'all hella confused...
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