yeah ladies and gentlemen classics blow off the runway pregnant drums jam the experts electric hymn some say greasy revival fried chicken sermon sunday soldierfied punk spray vurs use your sun ray carrying ten men s pain i appear the prophet reflection for cowards who couldn t get open in a c section village idiots i m the period in your prison sentence and you re an elle column installment good read yeah so we battle clones sleepwalking where them shadows roam fake niggas be screamin lifesavas from catacombs big unit throwing scatter bones at opportunists and ignorant niggas who diss progressive movements pushing boundaries we getting pounds from the hands of time you just a pantomime trapped in time elapse get the picture that ultrasound bot just bugged your fetus believe it the fbi neutralize us when they don t need us if your cypha s chuck taylor the shell toe imagine ice skating uphill if hell froze cointelpro so hold tight like dice excite ashy elbows before we let go frankie beverly style charge it to the game but what if the game got bad credit with bulimic bank statements and i o u s are shredded the block s on borrowed time where i stand seems like the game is repossessing dreams and canceling niggas lifespans the streets the streets can go to hell i want freedom the streets is watching the idiot box and cops reruns my village hardly hard and hardly violent imitating a dead man will have your corpse on autopilot blame the white man i feel your corrupt justice and new laws white man flew in nines and techs to flood schoolyards the white man ain t pulled the trigger and took it too far and the white man ain t going to jail nigga you are
['alternative hip hop', 'portland hip hop', 'underground rap']