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[Verse One: Malcolm & Martin] The battle field line is razor thin Only take a second to pop a weapon I'll blow the house down, walls caving in And if I'm so hot then why I'm not making ends? Cause I'm making progress, still drunk off an 1/8th of Hen' I'm just like you, hollow tips in my rifle I don't bang to bang, I bang for survival We not orangutans, we lions and tigers My people's locked up from San Quinton to Rikkers So, give us free The rebels still shine through me These crackers is crooked, like cracks in the street I'm back looking like Tookie, I'll fracture the beat Kindergarten Cop governor, I laugh when he speak, ha Let's get serious, conspiracy theorist say it's over in 2012 They wrote it on the pyramids So let's get it, before they get us Arm full of scriptures and still don't even get the picture [Hook] They'd rather see me in a box (locked) Rather see me in a box (dropped) Six feet down (six feet down) Get down L.A We get's down The Bay They get's down N.Y They get's down in the Chi' They get down A.T.L They get's down in the fields We get down (Six feet down) [Verse Two: Bambu] I write raps for the brokest motherfucker in the room The dude, who leave my show to a fridge with no food Wanna rob the local liquor store but got no tool Can't get a job cause his resume ain't got no school Oh you so funny Bambu you crazy Your girlfriend got bleach blond hair, she's shady Malcolm, Martin, spark with no warning Fuck a house pet, so long as children is starving The alarm is not alarming so it shouldn't be foreign When a child don't eat and the big homie go and arm 'em Till then, we just keep rapping over drum loops Nick James, make that thing bang like porn stars do Cars do donuts and low riders go up And west coast heads yell "fuck you holmes" when cops show up Roll up another, watch the ashes on my diamond tee The blogs keep buzzing while pigs try and silence me [Hook] [Verse Three: Malcolm & Martin] I rap for the people that's appointed pall bearers They bury your homie 'round every fall semester Still go to school getting A's all clever But B's and C's creep up in all weather Mama's up late, praying we don't fall never But that's the inevitable, spots is available At forest lawn every plot is re-sellable Read a eulogy, every stories re-tellable Obituaries in the box Next to a gun and a knot You are not about to be the next one See you shot people in the pen mixing Top Ramen Make a ho spread, drink [?] till you vomit I'm just like y'all, we got something in common I dedicate you everywhere, really that's a promise With family locked up and your father's gone Then we just alike, we can share this song [Hook]