Dial 7 (Axioms of Creamy Spies) / NY 21 Theme

Hey (x4) We are the creamy spies The cream always rises up We all got sequel The Man's game has peaked We are sun moon and star We all got pieces It's nation tarnation time Ready to put in work We got mad peoples Your double dealin' is scoped Your tongue is forked we know We ghetto level Hey We can make life better Together Not divided Universal ori-gi-nal, creamy The man ain't shit What's happenin' Check it out In the year of '89 I stole back my black mind Found peace up in the east I shine One time blind I refined, then over time I realized the creamy spy gots to climb Find the spot in this land of uncle sam Focus my thoughts and be that true black man that I am I stand in the face of oppression With my sisters and my brothers no slippin' no half steppin' The five percent nation is my representation I wear Timberlands study in Timbuktu Won't rest until they free our brother Mumia-Abu Now can you feel it (huh) nothing can save ya For this is the season of our self saviour Like Che Guevara his young urban guerillas Sparks the revolution black tactics, whatever We see what's happenin' We might start bustin' We'll spell it out for you If you talk it live it Let's get creamy Really creamy Uptown With pleasure Wussup I cannot answer for my damages due to layin soul type sentences I prepare time for and sisters fought passage in the tactic front style Warfare for the projects I live A series of niggas atop a target Watch out with preset we swift to light strike In an aerial form we closin' Select territorial aim let's be out On an onslaught We plague you Cannot get took Even for the suckers we light up it's good lookin' Out even could get takin out I die fightin' Subtract the devils that get smoked Heeeeeey, funkay (x4) We're people, black people Steal your mind back Don't die in their wilderness Fuck that For CMB dogs in L.A New York project hallways Let's point our heaters the other way Creamay Just like that, a C-Know is the sun of all man Type good, be a real fighter super fro Bust it The beast may wanna war in the summer Thus, I brought my camouflage playin' corners (?) why they pimp hip hop I strategize my joints you know it don't stop And it don't pop son it's p'jects bound together The beats in concrete when I'm creamin' with my stiletto Got 16 for the imperial fascists Long beach brothers and honeys we's bouts to set it Domino theory cause they stalled our flow Collectin' pitchforks 'till they free Geronimo While you blaze up I stay my fist raised up While you bet, I represent What Uptown downtown across like wherever Meet me in the Crook and we could piece it all together Hey super funky Super black and superb Hey super super fine Hey super funky