My War, Your Problem (Explicit)

作曲 : Weerd Science

Every one of my lyrics when you hear it it'll burn your face like sulfuric acid

If you're holdin' the microphone

I suggest you pass it.

Hand it over quickly

Sickly is the only way

I know how to drop it

Every time

I kick it people look at me like my name's

Ripley's Believe it or

Not Got a wonderful time slot here at the

Zero Hour

Been laughed at for rappin' ever since

I was a little coward

By all the kids who towered over me

Overpowered me and beat the sh*t out of my face

Like it's the job clock in an hour

And how are we the ones who powered these machines

And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and queens

The unseen son, the one in the attic

Hope the dream don't come true

America, she loves you

Without us who would back up the groceries

Or price up the clothes that you normally don't see

On average joes, oh that's me

Little dirtbag rapper and glad to be

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition

I keep on spittin' but no one listens

I must drop fire,

I can not wait for a fall

This is our only hope, this is a war

This is a war

Every picture you see is a reflection of marketing

The targeting of certain audiences as only a major corporation could

It's simple:

They feed you sh*t.

Just stop eating it, genius.

Run up in the

Universal

Office and find

Doug Morris

Pound him in his office, his life ain't real pretty

Like b**ches that sing choruses

These forces are forcin' us to try to relate

In spite of what they lead you to believe in the first place

Can't move in the city 'cause it's packed so tight

Everybody up in my business, dissin' the lyrics

I write Dismissin' my raps off their shoulder like the never happened

Actin' so thuggish like they tough like

Tinactin It's rubbish, it's all bubble gum to me

Nobody bumpin' me stoppin' by your record company

I'ma flatten

MC's with platinum

CDs You see these two fists?

They each got

MT Tons of

Budweiser, got balls of steel wire

Like a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it real

But mostly ya just provoke and poke at me

And hopefully you remember your jokes to me

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition

I keep on spittin' but no one listens

I must drop fire,

I can not wait for a fall

This is our only hope, this is a war

This is a war

If rap in you was approved by test audiences you'd see it's got nothin' to do with you.

The real gangstas are old white men putting these records out.

Hip-hop? That's the last thing they give a f**k about.

By any means necessary

I bury an adversary

Every vocal performance it's important to stary vary

If you wanna feed all then you got motorcall

And I'm on the line, we can meet at the grassy knoll at ten

Maybe rap was never hip-hop to them

Seems like it's just a cash crop to them

So don't claim you spit it proper then

This war must never end

I can no longer pretend to be down

If I die in a battle that's fine

I got a potion named

Revolution number 9

I got a heart that beats for the art

This is hip-hop for the love

Not a 1 on the charts

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition

I keep on spittin' but no one listens

I must drop fire,

I can not wait for a fall

This is our only hope, this is a war

This is a war

This is a war, this is a war

This is a war, this is a war

This is a war, this is a war