The Cool Kids - Action Figures lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Uh-huh)
Lemme talk to you for a minute

What down world the good feelin what's hood with it (hood with it)
I spit it the each is on
My images stay in the hood like the reapers skull
It's all good in the hood long as we get on
Know how I felt the cops came in and said my uncles missin
The famous line couldn't bare to listen
A victim of chronic alcoholism and
Now hes buried under the hood like transmissions
So I speculators are record breakin
Till they take my breath away feather weight niggas levitate
There's gotta be a better way
And they ain't runnin on treadmills when they runnin to get rid of the extra weight
Same concept though they just run in place
No progress you always see the same faces
Over and over the cops pulling you over to make sure they fillin there quota
Like they a brother that's pulling you over
And harassing you flick-flash light flashing you
Night stick bashin you and then askin you
If you sell drugs or shoot like rappers do
That's the image we was givin didn't like it from begginning
Cause the records that we spinnin disrespectful to our women
Can't say I'm not involved cause they say I am a dog
That's one of my biggest flaws but that was all I was taught
That's all that I know
And it's hard to disregard like sleeping with one eye closed
No dose no sleep cause these fools from the street
Vice Lords Latin Kings unkowns on the street
And there's mo's on the street
Gd's Bd's Sd's on the street
God forbid when they meet
Popos on the street
Crooked cops they the biggest gang on the block patroling the streets
Young Annakin is at it again
Skywalker please that's what you can call me
While you tryna pose hard like manikin men
Fully posable arms with no kung-fu grip

Cause you a doll not an action figure
Cause you don't want action nigga
Don't ask for the gap yo
Gotta make it to the top though
You know that I came from a grass growth
Watchin my cop low
Itch it scratch yo
Master said niggas gotta come in through the back door
Guess what black folks
If you ain't auditioning for a snail moving u ain't gotta act slow
I got too much too lose

Yo it's like T-bones on top shelfs the stakes is high
I let it drizzle on your brain like the fillin when it rain
Take the symbol with the flame the gold with the heat
With the timid in the lane with the bowl with the meat
The good with the bad take the happy and the sad
That's what I call life pull it all in a bag
And what do we have dude it's like a scripture from matthews
Buy my time unwind the twist tie and throw it back at chu
Like this sneeze from your spine when u breathe from behind
I'm a let you do you if you let me do mine
So please do recline and enjoy
The show... cause even though