Von Pea, E L U C I D, Che Grand - Thanks for Your Children lyrics

(What we talkin' bout?) harlem invasion
We chokehold the nation
Cripped up, and dropped out
Now he talkin' dangerous terror in my 808
Levels in your face lessondary mercenary

Ay yo, I break you take
Some Lessondary sh and make it over all fake
This is overall greatness
(Ha ha ha ha ha, so sorry if you disagree
So sorry) ay yo, raps outta control
Wack, you're signin' some whoas
Crack mamas and hoes (I agree)
Role models are low (I agree)
Then along came us small change is a must
Penny, if any change is a plus funk
My people are instinctive
Not formally trained
But still brought in the change
And you are more of the same
(It's true, I bought it and played)
Never again okay, now we on the brand new
Tracks are gettin' ran through
Either you feel it
Or the feeling you couldn't handle
Okay, get it cancelled
(You heard, you heard) che Grand

I recollect thoughts of robbin'
The collection plate
Not takin' the whole bucket
Just a dollar for my pocket
Never knock it 'til you jump off the
Bridge and land on both feet
Come back lookin' real neat
Geeked off a phone number
Never had a chance to call her
Choked if I did though
Pop didn't teach the game, but
Still I'm a super hoe (he is a super)
Since my chain is a figaro 14K from the UK
Grand kicks, say "Who Che?"
You holocaust lames
Get my point across lanes burn em like a
Go 'head and name names, bet
I could DDT 'em all you could go and see
Tell 'em that I'm so confused
If it wasn't for his thigh highs
I'd get my lighter on JetBlue
Focus on my net worth
Negative on the network
You and the company you slavin' everyday for
I bump my head on the clouds and down Tylenol
Wishin' I lived in the times when
Tye-dye was cool and all
When I can move this powder y'all
Mind control for 4 minutes or more
That's why they don't want me
To speak to y'all
So when they snap those fingers, Sambo
Don't forget to thank them Ahole

My purpose never really changed
Grouped between the venom and
My turn of phrase burn 'em in the flames
Purple rain stormin'
Bittersweet, man I'm free
My belief is like the free prophecies
That this world's never seen
It was all a dream futurism been a thing
Droppin' our survival
We evolve from growing pains
Slipped up out the chains polishin' my fangs
A menace you cannot contain
When times got strange
Still tripped up in this thing
10% I lent you lames
The God gift, I just want the Spirit
They brains fried anyway
Comin' for you any day
No man knows the hour or the place
My outta pocket logic penetrates
Change of pace, that's the breaks
Beauty in that negative space
I'm handling snakes
You can't stand in my place give thanks!
You Welcome!