apartheid

i can't lose

the best mc in my hood

i can't choose

worst mcs in my town

i can't cruise

never fight dude with white spikes on dance shoes

the lame stuffer

bang

deranged fucker

i walk bys and guys became kane tuckers

make enemies

make friends

i make money

money make moves in the state pen'

p

this is my slot

rookie

your snot box get rocked over hydro cookies

slapbox niggas

free can of soda with the snack box

nigga

the rest i can't tell ya

but catalog this shit as the best of mandela

i tear apart gods

separate head from neck and call it apartheid

with the bloodclaat

nigga

fi gunshot

mafi play big shot

shoot up them drug spot

rude boy say fuck cop

sean p and buckshot

buckshot

slugs fly

'nough man a die for them tough talk

tomahawk

these shots walk the walk

llama spark

choppa bark

box him up

cart him off

leave

we are king of kings

some say lord of lords

we spit the hardest bars

mastered the art of war

if ruck don't like you

buck don't like you

ruck down

buck down

what a nigga might do

black moonwalk on 'em

rest in peace to michael

r.i.p. phife from tribe

he in the light too

hip-hop heaven

you see seven

that's the god

all praises due to allah

sun

moon

star

some move bars

my nigga ruck move cages

it's only one buck

but i bust two gauges

yeah

drive your bitch crazy with my stick shift

now she gassed up

wanna ride on my clik dick

groupie with an uzi

nigga

shots after shot

but i'm bulletproof

when i'm in the booth

bombaclaat

listen

if my nigga ruck never said your name

dead your claim

you with the fame

you with the lames

with the bloodclaat

nigga

fi gunshot

mafi play big shot

shoot up them drug spot

rude boy say fuck cop

sean p and buckshot

buckshot

slugs fly

'nough man a die for them tough talk

tomahawk

these shots walk the walk

llama spark

choppa bark

box him up

cart him off

leave

we are king of kings

some say lord of lords

we spit the hardest bars

mastered the art of war

yeah

the most area typical

great ape

say it to your face

no subliminal

straight craze

fuckin' maniac

act cynical

finish you

you's a little nigga

raps minuscule

fuck is wrong with these niggas?

what in your mind would make you think i'd do a song with these niggas?

i know hitters

pimpers and killers

lions

tigers

gorillas

leave you tied up for a skrilla

won't find you 'til next december

salute to the foundin' fathers

that birthed you when you was little

and saved you from all the sorrow

they did it so we wouldn't have to do it

but we all want a taste

take a bite

taste the fluid

drew

knew it

paper

blew through it

whole crew stupid

bar fights

dark nights

but we all got through it

i'm my brother's keeper 'til the day i'm sleepin'

eat thy food

roll a tree and put your feet up

apartheid