Lyrics
Ay, you try to get over, yer gonna go under
what'd that fool say?
I said you try to get over, yer gonna go under...
...literally
It's 3030 man, I ain't got time to be wasting tiiiime
on slow pokes
I want yall ta get open like the ocean
Brothers be buggin like "He's from Oakland?"
What?! I'll whoop you
Insinuating we ain't capable
Stupid ass niggas is gonna rape a ho
A few out outta thousand my town is founding fathers of the black panthers
We provide answers
You don't wanna believe then yer some blind bastards
They got you set up real good generalizing
Industry's rising while energy's declining
Nigga's think i'm whinin
But really I don't give a shit
Cuz everybody's dying
But yall think that's the end of it
That's why it's so easy to be a Benedict
Or imitate
Cuz they wouldn't teach you algebra when you was eight
Now yer forty eight and you hate children
Forgot where you came from
Now yer straight illin
Don't fight the feelin
You better deal with it.
*People have a memory loss*
*Trying to get over*
