Let's Get 'Em

[Verse One]: This'd be the ending of Side B Angels walk beside me, practically Siamese I seen it like the swami, top of the swan beak Bill Let's build, over chicken and broccoli Then up the blood flow to unclog grease Amplify the tight squeeze, go for the clean sweep You're tuned in to the Sandman "I Have A Dream" speech Let's get 'em The father is Kool Herc Hands up across the cruel world, handle your school work I don't curse in front of my old earth But I'll drop a couple pointers holding my coin purse At some point the lines blurred Almost like it's Point Break 'cept that I can't surf Only that it's break point and I ain't gon' lose serve Let's get 'em Big kids watch for the hand hook Stiffing City Harvest canned goods is a bad look Badge tryna random search of your bag, book Unless you ain't got no cans, just carrying your black book In QB cats going kaput Something like a QB throwing off the back foot Way too many cats "pause", enough of the cat foot Let's get 'em More logos than NASCAR But remaking Juice starring assholes is the last straw Atop the camel's broke back positive blacks barred It's enough to make a broke cat barf at a cash bar So I'm defending the casbah Me and bunch cats that ain't had any caviar Buncha cats connected to the ave like an avatar Let's get 'em The saga don't end It make me feel at home, I know it like an old friend Cannons warm up early and often Love for war bucks/Warbucks Annie the orphan Cats blown for a portion Things get blown out of proportion Next time cats bug be the Orkin Let's get 'em One of the biggest bummers in life I call "laundry" Separating coloreds from whites I seen more screwed races back of buses and flights I seen more screw faces than some husbands and wives Many cats starved, puzzled turn to hustle and vice It might seem like hustle is a must to survive Nah, God's cipher is the cipher divine