Beatnick, K-Salaam, Saigon - Bad Mind lyrics

Beatnick we talking about life (yeah)
Real life we talking about
You know what it is k-Salaam, Saigon check

Yo it's a very beautiful thing when you
Can bring truth to the light spit hardness
And still get the youth to unite
It ain't one rapper out now maneuvering right
Your ice is nice
But what you trying to do for the fight?
You gonna play pussy or play dog
I'ma make the DJ play songs for y'all
That made it to the morgue
You gotta understand the situation
We placed in malcolm got murdered
We never got his replacement
Kinda makes sense why niggas'll
Wet your face in for something as stupid as
Chasing a reputation saigon, the gun man
I could bust a sawed off
Shotgun with one hand
Give you a quick suntan real recognize real
All I recognize when I look in your
Eyes is a guy that'll squeal
Son, I'm ill like the
Shit MacGuyver could build
Treat you and your troops like the
Hoop when I deposit the pill
Am I a man or a miracle?
Some don't understand this is lyrical
All they know is it's complex
And the grammar is difficult
If you'd expand your peripheral
Take some of the jewels I'm
Here to give to you
You wouldn't be so miserable

What you know about it?
What you think about it?
When you true about it
What you gonna do about it?
The shit they giving us is bad for the mind
You gonna see, it's just a matter of time
(watch)

Believe it or not, I am Jesus of hip hop
Prophesizing how these niggas need to
Get they shit rocked
And these lil bitches should get tit shots
Think it's hot to rap about
Your little stinking ass twat
But bitch it is not
Be the same lady crying when
Your daughter get raped
Cause she fucked around and got
Influenced by Lil Kim tape
Only thirteen with Kim shape
The fake eyes, the face
Only thing she was missing
Was breast inflates oops, I meant implants
Shorty even did the Lil Kim dance
Money chilled, stood in his stance
Shit, he had it all planned in advance
Just a little more Henny and she'll give him
His chance to get in them pants
He a older cat, 29, and one of the lamer ones
But wasn't dumb enough not to
Know what game to run
He threw the Lil Kim tape on
Then he bet her a yard she wouldn't
Do whatever came on in the song
Shorty was like, "uh uh, nigga you wrong
I hold my freak crown down
Ain't a dick that's too long"
Freaked off as he flipped through the song
You can just sit and imagine what
Happened so I'mma just move on
Make a long story short, homes got caught
Statutory rape
Shorty on a block with a quart
Still wishing she was popping the cork
And could maybe someday fuck her way
To the top of New York this crazy