“Merge on the networks, slangin’ nerve gas Up jump the boogie then bang, let ‘em hang While the paranoid try to stuff the void Let’s capture this AM mayhem Undressed, and blessed by the Lord The power pendulum swings by the umbilical cord Shock around the clock, from noon ‘til noon Men grabbin’ they mics, and stuff ‘em into the womb Terror’s the product ya push Well I’m a truth addict, oh shit I gotta head rush”
because it sickens me whenever I drive by the town strip club (right across from a Chuck E Cheese) and see the big signs saying, “LIVE NUDE GIRLS!” and “TOPLESS GIRLS HERE!”….Like naked women are some sort of rare, near extinct animals that no one has ever seen before.
those women chose to work there
they want to make money
your movement is about women having the freedom to choose
And people talking down on me, I don’t really think they should They said they could do it better, I don’t really think they could I ain’t one for niggas’ wishes, but I wish a nigga would This ain’t as easy as it looks, I just make it look good
You a slave to the 9-to-5 — Dragon, would you mind if I Told your boss you secretly rap? No, you would kinda die Kinda like the politicians like to talk Jesus But in stalls at the airport, they knock to cop penis
I asked this girl what she looked for in a man. She gave me a long ass list, including
Having his own place
Needs a car
Has to support her
Has to be in school
Can’t have kids
And a bunch of other shit. By the end of it, I was wondering to myself the awesome things she must have to offer this perfect nigga she’s looking for. I asked her what she had to offer said nigga and she just said
And she was dead serious. I looked at her like
Man, your love is worth a box of tic tacs and some paper clips, bitch. How can you ask for things that you can’t reciprocate or add on too? In my my mind I was trying to imagine what gave this goofy hoe this kind of mentality; but I digress. I guess she thinks that it’s an equal trade and I’m sure there’s a nigga out there who’s able and willing to offer her all of those things in exchange for what I’m sure is a warped idea of love and for him, I pray.