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Ghetto Manifesto lyrics
[* People talking *]
[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
[Chorus x2]
That s what I m talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out
Hey, hey
[* People talking *]
[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
[Chorus x2]
[* People talking *]
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