Ghetto Manifesto lyrics

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[Boots]

I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court

I scribbled this on an application for county support

I practice this like a sport

Met Donald Trump and he froze up

Standing on his Bentley yelling "Pimps down, hoes up"

Some tryin` to front off

Break her ass a clump off

We gon` stop the world and make y`all motherfuckers jump off

This is my resume slash resignation

A ransom note with proposed legislation

A fevered ultimatum you should take it verbatim

Cause I got two bangin` pieces and you don`t wanna date em`

Flyin` kites for my folks at home

Who takin` tokes alone

We payin` rent on shit they ain`t even sposed to own

Narratin` through my verse, agitatin` when ya curse

It`s a million motherfuckers just waitin` on the first

Anticipatin` on the worst, wanna weightin` up ya purse

Shook the jobby job down at noon and don`t disperse

They wouldn`t pay ya ass as far as they can throw you

They think you punkin` but they don`t know you

Dissin` turf operata, play with twelve shot berettas

Buy the Burger King workers and we slappin` on ya lettuce

Wrote that in the back of those apartments

A coupon from agricultural departments

When we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go

And start shit, it`s the ghetto manifesto



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That`s what I`m talking about

Make me scream and shout

East, West, North, and South

Gonna turn this party out

Hey, hey



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[Boots]

Call me bird cause of my legs but my ass don`t sing

Got a house arrest anklet but it don`t bling bling

The homie with a cell but that shit don`t ring

But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang

Now it`s the hustlin` sound, trick where they muscle around blacks

Make ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crack

Even renowned historians have found that

The people only bounce back when they pound back

So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement

Defacin` gravements of a sufferin` nation

The files are flagrant and that`s the fragrance

I overheard them askin` vagrance for patients

So check the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes

For d-boys tryin` to flow them Gucci`s and designer boats

And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks

Who all kind of broke

But bought twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke

The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle

So when I say burn one I mean the Star-Spangled

Let`s all get high from the income angle

Bump this at the party even if it ain`t the single

Here`s a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades

By nannies and maids who be polishin` the suede

You could let the sess blow but let`s make the sets grow

Into brigades with the ghetto manifesto



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