The Arrival

[Intro] Generation Ill. F.L.A. to L.A [Verse One] They got guns (guns) Text books, tanks (tanks) Ammo Time to set a fire, a victor with no handle Samples get chopped to rap on A sample we put a clap on In a city, where we see a little white, it get tagged on Half gone Prison or a dirt nap Names like a history page Our fallen friends on a shirt back R.I.P. tags See I.D. tags Criminal descriptions same, we ID'd fast Fuck it, we can flee fast, bullets make 'em bleed fast Angry at the world so it's natural we beef fast Leave fast youngin That patty wagon comin' City Of God, Shaggy at the door, can I come in? Huh From Brazil to Cambodian shores Have a van full of loud homies knocking at your door International Bam, stamp, passport check Generation, I double L, pass it to the left like [Hook] {x2} "I get ill" - The D.O.C. 'Let The Bass Go' You already, you already know I get "Ill" You already, you already know I get "Ill" You already, you already know I get "Ill" You already, you already know I get "Ill" Beatrock, Generation Ill we get "Ill" [Verse Two] They got news channel warnings Look like you in that recording So you waking up to SWAT and K-9's in the morning Slap your name on a warrant Wake you up with boisterous bang Enter your door before that coffee start pouring Profiling and they for it Class study keep you ignorant So it's easy for recruiters to knock daily like a Mormon College gon' cost a fortune So yeah Fuck class Like G say, catch your education on the ave It's the have nots Helping the have a lots keep rich While a Marx book purchased put you on that Fed list Go out and cop my shit And jam it loud in your whip And see how long you can ride before a pig get a whiff Been writing raps since kids snatched hubcaps Wait, been writing raps since I had a bus pass Wait, been writing raps even way before that Kicking raps before that Pro Tools on that Mac so... [Hook]