Method Man, Kam, KRS-One, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It) lyrics

Aiyyo, word up Dunn
These niggas making me laugh, yo
Gotta be more to it than this, word up

Doing an impression of Scarface
This what it's all about Dunn? Uh?
Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking
(Can't understand)

Whattup, I don't know baby
Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up
I'm tellin you right now
I know this shit though, aiyyo

Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy
Knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to give me a edge
My green light shine bright, Kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical clean
Put the bottles of smoke down
Pick up a magazine
Popped it inside the AR-15
Put it aside, round up the regime
While you rely on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission
To pull fire on your opposition
Revelation was the vision of this
Crack the heavens, it's time
To bring the business, shit
My story goes back to the Mars Pyramids
I've seen things that you
Won't believe exist
You's a luna-tic, suspended in time, Dunn
The secondary light got your mind
You rock the fatigues
To squabble 'til popular guns
But are you really prepared
For the things to come?

Check it out
True underground sound from the Boogie Down
Uptown Downtown gather round
For the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone
Spin Details and other places
KRS is The Source
Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about Black Mayors
Black Senators
Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone
They sendin me a writer that
Look like he's Home Alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone
This has got to stop - your whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why try?
My view is bird's eye
Scopin with my third eye
You don't understand
Why you're publically banned
Until you recognize the writing skills
Of a black man
Black Editor, all of us ain't thuggin
Gossiping over who's homosexual
Some of us are Black Intellectuals
Up in Harlem World
You can't get with me, so now in Midtown
You wanna stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist
Is this your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin this

How many didn't want to see it happen
Street moves, live from Staten, if
Life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do
Good through legal action
So you sabotage and throw a Def in the Squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin
These Dark Soul Assassins
Jake's hate the Gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor - peep the Jim Crow law
Mind control theory
Y'all niggas don't hear me, Generation Next
Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth, the whole truth and
Nothin but the truth, taste is the proof
These niggas want the Juice
And in the crossfire be the youth
Who didn't learn to duck when they shoot

What kind of party is this
It's that political kind
Where America's best
Most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all
Deaf dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign
Do white collar crime
Behind suit's, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and
Jobs is plantations - i robs the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
You marryin the dirt and I'mma throw
In the tux for free
I tell the people what they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer
And then they re-elect me every year
So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin
And start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands
Wave and smile for flicks
That's my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-Six convicts, lyin is automatic
In the government, Republican or Democratic
Fuck Freedom, Justice and Equality
Nigga just accept my apology
And suck this trick-knowledgy