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MC Paul Barman
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I Shot Ya (Live At South Paw 2003)
[MC Paul Barman]
Who shot ya
Separate the weak from the indoctra-nated
Time for some deflated egos
It's off people
Dead won't make you a hero
Operation Dead Negro killed a whole bunch Arabs and a shitload of honkeys
Democrats are a disgrace to donkeys
What's that (urnyect?) you better rep that (arm piece?)
Drown your sorrows in bathtub of soda pop
Say 'Tomorrow it'll be alright.'
When tonight you know it's not
Naw, i'm playin', it'll all be alright
No its not.....
Maybe it's cause i'm used to things not alright is why I see this
Maybe its cause Donald Rumsfeld once held my penis
War is some gay shit
Perpetrated by true players in blue blazers bathed in the dark light of self-hatred
I've heard a whole lotta rappers rhyme over this beat
And i've heard alotta rhymers rep for the street
But I never heard bout' the people they meet
They don't observe
They offer no insight
They can't love music they hate themselves inside
Never listen to nobody else
Keepin' real is bein' yourself
Strong stuck to weak like a birth defect
We need ideas not leaders, nobodies perfect yet
Chompski's to academic, emcees are homophobic
We taught Nazi's eugenics brain muscles need aerobics
Wait was that?
Nazis?
Who's we, not me
What's eugenics?
The science of race
Recently disproved whos origins trace
To Cali
Yeah, that hot bed of liberality
Recently voted in a machine of Nazi municipality
With General Powell's son is the FCC
Means that you think so, but were not really free
The circle of life is not work all your life for the man who took your dad's life
That's called slavery
I'm on top of my game like a lifeguard chair
You don't know nothin' yet you'd like to share
Too bad...
Show and tell's ova'
A soldier's a gopher for a lawyer in a shoulder holster
Seein' the truth's an emotional rollercoaster
This is some higher talk
I've been going through my firewalk
The most recent war was I-raq
The mint maybe Syria, but sure won't be Saudi Arabia
But we'll get all of its neighba's
And we'll kill some babies and some ground troops
They'll be in the shit
That's not the shit meaning good, but meaning brown soup
To all my brothers in arms, making sick jokes
Forgive the (sives?)they dont know the big hoax
They're cloaked in darkness like who turned the lights out
Your handwritten kites are censored with white out
We might have to fight our way out
You can't join a cliques you best start your own right now
Yeah...6-9-5 motherfuckers
1695 mothafuckas
Puff, I think you've said enough its time to shut the pukcuf
I shot ya
I got ya open like a chakra
Science is knowin' not just a degree for a docta'
Superficial distinctions make me go batty
Gangsters aren't rebels they just imitate daddy
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