VIC MENSA - BETHLEHEM / SC FREESTYLE lyrics

Yeah
Man, this nigga Thelonious always give me
Sumn I can breathe on bleed on
Shout to Johnny Smalls

Uh, this is ground zero, I'm
Rising from the ashes, uh
The first step on the road to Damascus
I redefined my narrative
I'm Frederick Douglas, uh
I can't harbor hate, although
They never loved us, nah
I tell my guys I miss 'em
They in dire conditions
Tryna survive in prison
Praying they don't die in Dixon
Bro said send him some pics
Of me with Australian bitches
Back in America
They treat us like we Aborigines
Original man


They tried to whitе out our history
As if the first universities wasn't Egyptian
Lauryn Hill said it bеst
It's just miseducation
And Section Eight is just
Modern day segregation
I'm drinking from the whites-only
Fountain of youth
They heard the caged bird sing
So I bought me a coupe pardon the roof
It gets shy in the summertime
When momma said, "Be home before ten
" I had my number nine
Thugging outside with them Hooligans
Ditching school again
The 'Raq was my holy land
Like the tribe of Judah and them
Persecuted at home
Like Philistines in Hebron is
I'm staring past the wall
From a rooftop in Bethlehem
Remind me of project halls in Lawless Gardens
It's the same if you go back to Africa
Marcus Garvey a people without knowledge is
A tree without roots
I'm a walking contradiction
I'm in Saint Laurent boots
Mobbin', standing on the Westside
With Chairman Fred Hampton
'Bout to catch a red-eye, back to
My bed in a mansion, yeah
When did Hip-Hop turn into hip propaganda?
(Uh) they killed Dr sebi
They make mills off of cancer
The business is keep us
Addicted to pharmacists
So we too preoccupied with
Prescriptions for politics
Give 'em mass incarceration
Leave the children fatherless
I'm the voice of a generation
We won't be silenced, uh

It's the business my love

I'm from the home of the Black Stone Rangers
Where they invented gang banging
And they twist up they fingas
Like they opps in a backwood
From where Gotti Moe was hanging
He got killed there
Pulled him out his wheelchair
Photographed him with his pants
Around his ankles
Where they indoctrinate young
Hit the freight trains for guns
Drive 'em up from Indiana
Or Tennessee with the 'Bamas
And blue police camera's sit high
Like gargoyles crack your head to the yolk
For thinking you hard-boiled
Better, simmer it down
Take that shit downtown
Six flags on Halloween
It's fright night in Terror Town
And them killers in Killer Ward
Catch you in River North
If you whippin' foreign
They pull your ass out the
Doors of your Aventador
Eat Flaming Hots for breakfast
'cause that's all they can afford
Forty-four percent of Englewood
Beneath the poverty
Line from where they living poor
And they can't make up their mind
Who's the best of all time
Larry Hoover or Jeff Fort
Who drop dimes? Load Glock 9's
And John Doe 'em
Where they changed the name from the
Chi to the 'Raq to Drillinois
And the winter is brutal, put
The toaster to your strudel
Make you doo doo
You on bed rest, living off ramen noodles
Where the North pole is bundled
And it's Cobras out in Humboldt
You could get booked like Mowgli by
The Moes out in the Jungle
And the Lord's in Holy City will
Make you do the holy ghost
Shake you down like Diddy
If they suspect that you holding dope
You can't play around in K Town
It's get down or lay down, buss downs
Grey hounds
Throwing L's in L Town, bumping DJ L sounds
Active shooters in the city, this
Is not a drill, trust me it's real now
Came for a photo op' to show your opps
You wanted to visit O Block, ended up
Having to stay 'cause you got shot, nigga