Black Milk, Random Axe - Scum lyrics

Random, random, push till they fall back
Grabbing the ball back
While I’m grabbin’ the hard hat
Hard act to follow
We the hard pill to swallow
You cotton that sit in an aspirin bottle
Random Axe smash the throttle
Grew up where’s ice cold
Where niggas gamble with their life
Like a dice bowl this ain’t a light show
But you see them red blues
Flashin’ on the tittie screen, Channel 7 news
Where those lil dudes reach for Rugers
Never surf the internet, never own computers
You know the name, don’t know the face
Then he the mover
Whoever’s quietest in the room
Then he the shooter
The old heads don’t understand
Askin’ how come?
We don’t think like Martin while
Malcolm was the outcome
Any means nece-ssary yeah, where I’m from
While I had pops, most grew up without one
All they had was drugs
Where the street wars met
Walkin’ out everyday
With the Devil on yo doorstep
Sittin’ on your porch in the post
This the city limit
Where you see they have no remorse at
It’s gone, gone, outta the slum
Bang bang, put it in the air
Same thing, seen ya over here, over there
Bang bang, don’t nobody care what you had

Meanwhile (haha) we find Sean P
On the toilet rolling a spliff
Fuck is on his mind?

Four-fifth for your face
And yo' faculty fuck boys
Forfeit in your face, uh
Shittin’, watchin’ you sittin’ on grapes
Pre paid, premeditated and murdered the aim
P! Achin ya kinfolks
AKA the ape in the window (Magilla)
A traffic can indulge ya
A Budweiser African king poster
I’m doin’ my damn thing
Them niggas claim king but ain’t
Doin’ a damn thing that’s my word to my moms
I neva heard no one of ya songs
Fuck outta here! And I don’t dislike you
I disliked the dude that said I dislike you
Long kiss, long fist, bitch, goodbye
Can’t fuck with P, new fish to fry, P!

Times like here, I wasn’t playing
This not for declaration
If they deal with me, they gotta come right
They got to know their homework and something

Once again, it’s Mr iAm-Not-Yo-Friend
From the city where it’s
Commonly a tragic end they mad again
Squeezin’ what they hold to leave
A hole in you half ass niggas are half again
Mashin’ it, American shit
Keep yo foreign cars
They still like they war and odds
They got help waitin’
Two pretty heaters, they named ‘em both
Dropper-Dead-Gorgeous and Breath Takin’
You’d rather check Satan
Inhale while he inhales powder Softwhite
They put it down in the lab like Walt White
Soft fights, is what they give em
Talkin’ workin’ on their off nights
The bar’s tight, they sendin’
Nears off on sight, overnight
The fairput cats on your overbite
Sweet cats, I know your life
Bourbon cats, I know your wife
Poet night, shake a house, no Poltergeist
Takin’ flicks and yo stolen nights
The clip’s rollin’ right
Paper chasin’ with this door in sight
Takin’ ten kingpins out, they ballin’ stripes
Show you right where they buried
Right and they smoked his pipe
Medicine through a cobra’s bite
I hold the mic with the
Real concern in the facts
Wait no more, return to the acts, return fire
Earn a writer when I burn a squire
Self employed