Bambu, Chace Infinite - Paper Thin lyrics

"Paper thin
Take the money and the gear then break the
Hell out" - MC Lyte 'Paper Thin'

Take a saw to a shotgun till
It fit in your palm
And make sure that thing is shorter
Than a lap dance song
And throw a slug in the ceiling
Get the rooms attention
Tell the story of our people
That they failed to mention
In classroom settings
These lessons they really suck
But in detention
The session's with St ides in my cup
And conversation 'bout the hustle
Kept our kids engaged
Not afraid of jail we 'possed
To been passed away
And now we geeked that the
President got skin like ours
So we stick up little stickers
Screaming "hope" on cars
But police will still barge
Into your spot armed last week
One of my homeboys got his head split apart
Feel like the hood's still the same
While we screaming 'bout "change"
And the solution, build a franchise
Move our people away?
Remember shotgun cut down?
Rob that coffee shop weekly till
They move the fuck out

We on that project money when
The pockets look funny
Then we rally all the jackers
In the h-h-h hood
And then we take that money
To the project's cutty
So you flash that paper
Getting s-s-s-super fucked light the sky up
Let 'em know we broke too long
We gon' rearrange the power in the h-h-h hood
They've been setting up shop up
On our blocks too long now it's our turn
Flash paper get it s-s-s-super fucked

The 50 cal kickback damn near broke my arm
Now my palm is numb and
I can't throw this Molotov
Seeing our conditions, it be pissing me off
They building new Popeye's
But schools they can't afford?
Every ghetto's infected with a new mini mall
What if people spend and own nothing at all?
Sometimes ideas on paper need
To be reinforced
Sometimes you need to sacrifice
To take what's yours
If the devil infiltrate upon
Your righteous cause
By any means you have the right
To not take that loss
When they gentrify the hood and
Tell ya mama "get lost"
It's kinda hard to tell a nigga
Not to use brute force
When the pigs slam your
Cheekbone against brick walls
And harass innocents daily doing
Nothing at all remember that 50 Cal with
The awesome kickback?
When they brutalize your brothers put
A hole in they back
Remember that Popeye's that be
Serving us foul? Throw a Molotov until that
Motherfucker burn down

Beat change

Listen
I got a 12 year old gun, another jerk
Get it? When it sucks I say you
Souljah Boy'd the verse, get it?
Lemons make lemonade but turn them
Things the other way
Cause it hurts unbelievable to squirt
It in your face life lessons
And all that sending positive vibes
Is bullshit if you live where
You can barely survive
Skip the spiritual wishing and get
The fuck off a couch
Get the fuck out your house
And throw your X-Box out
Put the Optimo out, pour the 40 ounce out
Take control of your life
What's the excuses about?
Stop the cycle that we idle
And our daddy's did that
Now we no different than our
Dads and we recycling that
So now we stuck in a loop
From the block to a bid
Over and over again and pass
It on to our kids it's a loop
You ain't gotta track shit out
Give me a loop i can gas just as hard
Over a loop you ain't gotta track this out
Give me a loop i can gas just as hard
Over a loop