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Lyrics
WE OUT
(Brown/Fixx/Kalamka/West)
Essexincantations (BMI)
Pointfivefag:
Pointfive but all sissy
figure how you missed me the last time
The last line was missing these additions
I crashed rhymes together
whether be leather pleather pants
or taf-et-ta, still they asking ya
Rap It Up a lil' faster
pass the peas and the Clastered Sunbows
for the yo yos and Knee-ga-roes with masters
and the Doctorates, still I rock the shit
For the Stanford MC's he/shes on Telegraph
and sadly for your daddy at the Reef
His wedding ring in his pocket
wants to sock-it-to-my-cakes, at stake's
the clown I found in your du-du brown around the Lake
Merritt Bakery,engage in fakery and lies
I watch you die next to the sweet potatoe pies
as 2-5 eyes the host,
we trouble his bubble- but the brother butter butters his toast
and we coast-to the stack-although the likes attract
its sideways we gaze so all the light refracts
through all the cracks and slights
from you aunts and friends Karenga-ites alike
for pie queens and dykes
they why I write the the track
and when Its time to fight,
you know I got your back
like all my kids at SMAAC
that know the time to twist
with high heels, and hammerheads and bats and fists
and we out
cuz In The hood (We Out)
Itz getting good (We Out)
We here to flirt (We Out)
You getting hurt (We Out)
We here to bust (We Out)
So nicca,trust (We Out)
We here to twist (We Out)
So bend yo' wrist (We Out)
JB R.A.P.
He started out a light year ago to get here today
and his child molestation is not the reason
he says that "I'm Gay"
nor is a defining factor
in the play of choices, you see, he was an actor
born into this damnation
and convinced by this holy nation
that he was an abomination,
They preached but if only paid attention to
orTook the time to mention
or map out or reach out to a solution
they might find a young one
about to reach out of his shell
cuz his soul dun swell
thank Goodness his bones held
thank God for there mind meld
thankfully blessed to interpret these interpretation
expelled as - explo - exh -explorations
difference between Gods Will and Mans Word
I know that, some are fabrications
taught as education
Throughout and under this nation
Known to be silent - yields constipation
Gotta be all You Can Be
Thou prepareth a table before He
In the presence of ah thy enemies
She restoreth my soul strengthening my Identity
For his name sake, Oh, We
Yea though we walk though the valley
Of shadows and death and dark echoes
We protected don't you see the Hello Fellow
We Out like Mellow Yellow... Hah hAh
Chorus 1x
25Percenter:
Yeah I'm out
and you done ran str8 outta luck
another punk enter the cipher
smoked as blunt
styles like monk
blastin southren speakers like crunk
you hate on a brotha way to much
and duckin sick whenever you drunk
I suggest you check you estrogen levels
or that spit you claim is next shit
but ass COMMON as devils
what you gonna do with D/DC wordplay
you insecure as mississippi shacks
on scraps of hey
diss a gay? I've known I was that way
since 1st grade
your shits redundant
like taken extra hits after you blunted
go get your beat down backup
heteroflow from your partna with the hickups
get somethin useful, you need a pickup
Nicca please! I kick steady as Jet Li
you Jet Blue from my crew
I bleed beatz out the nose at shows
check your corner dice rings for donations
I’m a scholar (for real) off of vacation
Tired of lame ass disses
bout some unknown gay rap shit
I been cummin for years
what’s th’ instrument you spit with (Bieytch)
My gramma stamina knows
womynism and Negritude
while you still recyce (a one two, a one two)
chorus 1x
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