Ghostface Killah - Malcolm lyrics

"So they try and project the image
To the public" (Uhh)
"That this, this is being done by
THIEVES and thieves alone!"
(Speak brother Malcolm, speak)
"And they ignore the fact that no
This is not thievery alone" (True indeed)
"It's a, It's a
Corrupt, vicious, hypocritical, system
That has CASTRATED the black man
And the only way the black man
Can get back at it
Is to strike it in the only way he knows how"

A yo i'm like Malcolm
Out the window with the joint
Hoodied up, blood in my eye
I let two fly like fuck it!
Look how these niggas duck shit
One kid hollerin', "What!", lookin' up
He the big wig


Fake ass cat, low life, sodomized mind
Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread
Sell 'em as dimes
His feet hurt, networkin', he get no work
Yo, smack him where his hand hurt
Fuck what he worth
Yo, he sucked his thumb, Slew footed kid
Laced with the pink gums
Stuntin' to my Baltimore niggas that
He on the run
Plus he ill on the drums, heartburn for life
Calcium man
Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front
Pigeon-toed Tyler's sister with the fat ass
Show hash for Hines up the block
Plus he smashed her
Big Buck did him somethin' deadly
Act premeditated
Buck 60 strike was the medley
Nice like Van Halen
Seen him at The Tunnel with his skin peelin'
Did two days, thought he was jailin'
You get close, look at his hands
That's the same kid that cut his wrists
Talkin' 'bout "The cuffs did it"
He bantam weight, frontin' majorly
Eyes like Sammy Davis Jr, rounded
Off with a fade, g
He sport the Bob Hope classics
Ran down Asics
K mart, the short sleeve shit be the basics
He eat hams, shitted on hisself twice
Big hatted Jews rushed the nigga
Out in Crown Heights

Yo, let me tell you how the game go
We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back, fo' sho'
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're fuckin' up
Who's willin' to fight and teach the seeds?
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate
The 4 devils' jealousy

Yo, ICham punched Mase in his
Face over some bullshit
The other night, they kidnapped his brother
Pokin' it with knives
It's rainin', 85 degrees, kinda muggy
One of the nights
They thrown in his face it's real ugly
Yo, we up in Jonesy's posin'
All these niggas know me
From fuckin' wit' Un and these niggas
Heavy parolees yo, we played the speaker
And from a distance
We could see these chains
The P slayed, flat on his chest
Was two planes
Ashy hands, yo, no need for rings at all
He just cracked the V8 backed up
Leaned against the wall
Look at Flower, he just came home
He on it like a fuck
Did a dime for holdin' up the
Guards up in the armored truck
Ten years later, son 280 on the weight tip
He throwin' up six plates plus
He studied Matrix
He's a wally horse, shout it out
Sweatin' through his valor
Cock-eyed nigga, back up his neck
He had sores sammy eagerly rode up on him
Toxi off the turkey with the joint on him
"Flower, look, his man stood up before him"
The bitches hit the table
Jah king stripped off his cables
Shots went off
Sam'll get a chance to make his debut
Flower grabbed Tiff, his man
With the sideburns, hat fell off
We noticed ring-worms, he hid behind Rich
C-Allah hit the light switch
Young girls were trampled in the men's room
Poo pistol-whipped Mase and broke the handle
Desperate, crawlin' to the door on all fours
Shim kicked the jukebox
The theme song rode in was "It's Yourz"
Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle
Thrashin' he layin' like a gay model
Shoutin' out "Sebastian!"
He smiled with his teeth missin'
Beggin' for mercy "No more
God! There's 68 thousand down at pier 3"
Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin'
Cham snatched his flag, four big rocks
Enter the dragon
It's over, another story told
Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras

Yo, let me tell you how the game go
We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back, fo' sho'
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're fuckin' up
Who's willin' to fight and teach the seeds?
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate
The 4 devils' jealousy