attica black

yea

this is a song called attica black

it's a song about the mediocracy in mediocracy

and just

in general

the mediocracy in life

we hope you enjoy our presentation

children gather round and let the rhythm buried in ya come alive with every word i speak

it's something that you really gotta feel to understand so bring a little bit ganja with ya

i scurry through my tapes straight looking for escapes from the mediocracy

there's gotta be stops gotta see how it ought to be not to be preaching but the wack just ain't dead yet

when you feel the funk inside ya

the inner soul is on its way

by the fire was i annihilatin' and breakin' em down

was countin' and pointin' the mountain and i'm slayin' all the

to rule the industry instead of rhyming to be free you're rhymin' to get over losin' all the

so like the brothers in the prisons when conditions weren't improvin' started lootin' and the aunt said

and the aunt said

and the aunt said

does anybody know what the situation is?

do you know what we can do and what we can't do?

we can't say and what we can say? i don't know that anymore

i don't have enough time to go and research all the laws

so i'm in the position that the only thing i can say about that is

fuck it"