It's the return of the black moors with no fez It's eerie like that documentary on lisa lopez Pentagrams pyramids conspiracies with goat heads Knock down the levees, knock down the projects, Start another project, build another object A drive-thru touch screen doctrine for me to digest, Just horses with our blinders on Drivin by the obvious Riding by the obvious Flying by the obvious Uh huh, regardless who you vote for, if the mind don't grow and the poverty line don't go But the dope keep coming and the t-v keep flashing images of a sports car Then you bound for a coke war The meek get clowned by the cope law The sheep get drowned in the folklore Then lulled to sleep by tom brokaw, Hm what a pity, the hope on a politicians tongue never ever trickles down to the city Yeah, so if a nigga put a presidents mask on and run up in the bank with a mac saying gimme gimme I ain't glad at em, but I ain't mad at em... I ain't mad at em Look, if anybody ask you who I be Say a painter with a felt pen who drew ali I'm like cassius when I blast molasses Out the ass of the masses From fulton street mall to gratiot I'm handing out free at last kits Yo jay, where yo staff at? Green said you threw it, Yeah, I outgrew it Some blog said you blew it Nigga fuck yo blog Jigga man said you can't knock the hustle dog I'm on the same launching pad that shot russell off That's why I stay dougie you can ask tumbling dice
