Pras Michel Lyrics - Ghetto Politic lyrics

Ghetto Politic lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Chorus: Pras Michel]
Pine, boxes, nine, oxes
Unidentified, flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that cant get out man they locked up

[Pras Michel]
Criminal, minded, youve been blinded
Justice for all (cmon) help me find it
Please well wind it, get in the hole
and start to grind it, whos behind it
Big brother got us spread like an atlas
Powerless in fear that leads to paralysis
Now when I speak, do your psycho-nalysis
And those recordin Wonderland like Alices
Yall dont know about guerilla warfare
Kids in Haiti, trapped with the hardware
Wear them by the pair while playin truth or dare
Prisoners of war worse than the terror scare
This is the jungle we live in, this is the concrete
I call you pussy cause you are what you eat, homey
Its the art of war homes they play for keeps
So you still think that gangster shit is sweet?

[Chorus x2]

[uncredited guest rapper]
Remember when you had a lot, yeah it was yours for sure
But we fight back, and aint takin your shit no more
So raw, my four-fours leave a couple bent
The government talk shit, hand em a Doublemint
You fuckin with me? I see you like a jewel
With the terrorist my nigga, diesel like the fuel
Step up smash your team, throw matches at your head
Quarters after we bathe it in gasoline
or petroleum, you think its sugar when its sodium
Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin em
All in the zone, have your dough and your fame
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But you aint takin nuttin witcha, but your bones to your grave
To the world youre a slave, we the makers
Revolutionary haters, as anthropologists, gynecologysts
Astronauts and shit, I dont think yall ready
for the apocalypse, so yall better stay on top of shit

[Chorus x2]

[uncredited guest #2]
My flow contradicted, apocalyptic
With plans to cop the riches, make blacks stop the snitchin
Politics mixed with, new statistics
Futuristic, tell me are you a witness
or a soldier? Innocent, criminal minded
Im militant, wise to ignorant, livin with
No time to eat and no time to sleep, my hustle is deep
Wearin the same gear all week
Near all heat, until I draw, its kind of raw
Like a war between my ances-tors and dinosaurs
Im on some fuck the cops shit, ask your moms
She dont even know, what this [?] tax is on
Probably got another country never shown on map
For secret agents and the ones who faked they death live at
Where your kids disappear to when they get kidnapped
Streets is white, life is black, and this shit is trapped

[Chorus]

[beatboxing]
Yall been rockin fatigues for years right?
Yall ready to war?!

[Chorus]

[Pras Michel]
Alright, where you at my niggaz? You in the Matrix?
Get the fuck off the streets, yknahmsayin?
Fuck all that gangster shit, we here
Its real niggaz, pu t on your boots, man up!
Get ready for war, ha, guerillas baby, [?]