BETHLEHEMSC FREESTYLE

Yeah
Man, this nigga Thelonious always give me something I can breathe on
Bleed on
Shout to Johnny Smalls
Uh, this is ground zero, Im rising from the ashes, uh
The first step on the road to Damascus
I redefined my narrative Im Frederick Douglas, uh
I cant harbor hate, although they never loved us, nah
I tell my guys I miss em, they in dire conditions
Tryna survive in prison, praying they dont die in Dixon
Bro said send him some pics of me with Australian bitches
Back in America they treat us like we Aborigines
Original man, they tried to white out our history
As if the first universities wasnt Egyptian
Lauryn Hill said it best its just miseducation
And Section Eight is just modern day segregation
Im drinking from the whites only fountain of youth
They heard the cage bird sing, so I bought me a coupe
Pardon the roof, it gets shy in the summertime
When momma said, 'Be home before ten I had my number nine
Thugging outside with them hooligans , ditching school again
The raq was my holy land, like the tribe of Judah and them
Persecuted at home, like Philistines in Hebron is
Im staring past the wall, from a rooftop in Bethlehem
Remind me of project halls in lawless gardens
Its the same if you go back to Africa, Marcus Garvey
A people without knowledge is a tree without roots
Im a walking contradiction, Im in Saint Laurent boots
Mobbin, standing on the Westside with Chairman Fred Hampton
Bout to catch ared eye, back to my bed in a mansion, yeah
When did hip-hop turn into hip propaganda? (Uh)
They killed Dr. Sebi, they make mills off of cancer
The business is keep us addicted to pharmacists
So we too preoccupied with prescriptions for politics
Give em mass incarceration, leave the children fatherless
Im the voice of a generation, we wont be silenced, uh
Its the business my love
Im from the home of the, Black Stone Rangers
Where they invented gang banging
And they twist up they fingas, like they opps in a backwood
From where Gotti Moe was hanging, he got killed there
Pulled him out his wheelchair, photographed him with his pants around his ankles
Where they, indoctrinate young, hit the freight trains for guns
Drive em up from Indiana, or Tennessee with the Bamas
And blue police cameras sit high, like gargoyles
Crack your head to the yolk for thinking you hard boiled
Better, simmer it down, take that shit downtown
Six flags on Halloween, its fright night in Terror Town
And them killers in killer ward, catch you in River North
If you whippin foreign, they pull your ass out the doors of your Aventador
Eat Flaming Hots for breakfast, cause thats all they can afford
Forty-four percent of Inglewood, beneath the poverty line from where they, living poor
And they cant make up their mind
Whos the best of all time Larry Hoover or Jeff Ford?
Who drop dimes , load Glock 9s and John Doe em?
Where they changed the name from the Chi to the Raq to Drillinois
And the winter is brutal, put the toaster to your strudel, make you doo-doo
You on bed rest, living off ramen noodles
Where the North pole is bundled , and its cobras out in Humbolt
You could get booked like Mowgli by the Moes out in the jungle
And the Lords in holy city, Hell make you do the holy ghost
Shake you down like Diddy, if they suspect that you holding dope
You cant play around in K-Town
Its get down or lay down, buss downs, grey hounds
Throwing Ls in L-Town, bumping DJ L sounds
Active shooters in the city, this is not a drill, trust me its real now
Came for a photo opp to show your opps
You wanted to visit old block, ended up end having to stay cause you got shot, nigga