Mr. Lif - Brothaz lyrics

Now count how many levels that I
Smacked you back to oblivion
My heights olympian
I'm from the Caribbean, Barbados all fatal
Styles that I construct and conduct
In a manner like Banner
Sky scanner, eye jammer
40 miles above Highlander with my grammar
I shitted on Bush and tried to cap Santa
Rap vandalizer verbal brutalizer
Who's the wiser, me or he
Who moves to grow flesh in test tubes
I have mastered such degrees in less moves
My discipline envisioning
Ritalin fDA approved, we lose
Medication taking brute forces
They battling and tallying losses
See how costless holocaust is?
Helicopters now replaced by flying saucers
Over the ghettos where some brothers
Are taught to bust shots
To get a lot of what is had
By the haves not the have nots
Raps drop pun your brainstem
This is Lif aka codename Mayhem
What made you think that I wouldn't
Come back with a bloody axe
And some muddy facts over tracks?!

Up in the ghetto we're taught to bust shots
That's a bird in the bush and
A fine line to walk get down, stay down
Hold up, back the fuck up get up, stay up
Hold up, back the fuck down
Brothers is taught to bust shots

Fact one: America don't give a fuck about
You so get off it
I'm not a prophet they just want the profit
They make you want it so you cop it
Soon you can't stop it you're addicted
But low on dough so you get evicted
Fact two: Darfur's in a state of emergency
It's genocide code red classified
If this was Kosovo it'd be over, bro
But, it's brothers so it equals no coverage
Mo' sufferage people drawn and quartered
Castrated, slaughtered, burned, disgraced
Gang raped, displaced
While the rest of the world
Just turn face to chase some economic goals
Balance the lost souls but live it up
We 'bout to burn in hell cause god knows

Fact three:
The Bush Administration's worth nothing
Just fuck 'em!
Throw 'em in the barrel, buck 'em!
Oh, you ain't know them
Flood waters was coming?
You can't smell that african blood running?
Oh, to y'all niggers is
Worthless or something? Fuck Clinton too!
You ain't really down because
You live uptown, bitch
Rwanda! Check out what we're looking
At here across water
In the ghettos, brothers and sisters
It's self slaughter
How could colonized minds lead
To such uncivilized times?
Maybe the tribes were harmonious
And you were erroneous it's no fun
In fact, it's sin under the sun and son
In the event you meet some cops just run
Or maybe walk real slow and lick shots at Po
Not with the gun this times
Through intelligents lines
You see, they look strong externally
Internally they're dying just elevate
When drama escalate, you just shine!