Ventin'

[Intro: Demetrius Capone] Yo, I don't fuck with the police, hating ass niggas Or these young niggas trying to set trip on me Asking me where I'm from, I'm a grown man nigga And fuck these niggas trying to dumb down rap My real niggas feel me [Hook: Demetrius Capone] Y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all y'all, y'all Never seen a nigga this raw, naw I piss em off, fuck what you thought I'm the realest nigga y'all ever saw Y'all ever saw Yo yo yo yo yo yo, yo This is how real shit go, go My niggas know, my niggas know I'mma kick the realest shit that I ever wrote I ever wrote [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] Yo, fuck this unjust system, I just need a just system Need to adjust the system, fuck the criminal justice system I wish I coulda told Oscar Grant to watch his back Geronimo Ji Jaga Pratt, and a Dodger cap, I'll be that Kelly Thomas, Manuel Diaz, wish I coulda brought em back Cops abuse they power, cowards, lets put a stop to that Wait, before you think my views distorted towards police Come walk down memory's dark corridor with me Me and my older bro was teens, leaving the grocery store as we Went to strolling towards our ve-hicle, noticed 4 police Then soon as we got out the parking lot, they rolled up on us deep Told us freeze, or they'll squeeze, there was a cordial discrete Opened both our doors to .357 magnums pointed at us They told us they looking for killers who look like both my bro and me See, the murder had just occurred, we pulled our whereabouts with grocery store receipts This is real, this ain't oratory, G Fuck police [Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] I'm addressing the haters, I'm expressing my anger I'm addressing anyone jealous of the success of his neighbors Let's get this shit straight, envy is a bitch trait When men stray from men's traits, it's like they might as well menstruate My nigga I ain't a hater, but nigga I hate a hater I wanna take a razor-sharp sabre and shave the face of a hater The worst hate comes from those who was your friends before Analyze your friends before you trust em, sometimes your friends be foes When you get fame, then they'll hate Shoot down your dreams, MLK Same thing happened to PAC, JMJ, JFK I don't owe you shit, success comes to those who wait But you want it sooner on some OU shit Yeah but truthfully, you hating ass niggas should root for me Salute a G, I represent what the youth could be Instead you wanna take loot from me, you reap what you sow You wanna eat what I grow, but won't get a fruit from me You wasn't in the booth with me, I look down on you like you 2'3" [Hook: Demetrius Capone] [Verse 3: Kenny Siegel] So many street names or ghetto soldiers have fallen behind The sun races to the finish line, we falling behind They ask where I'm from, I'mma respond with poverty all of the time They calling us ignorant, I'm calling us blind You know how many lives get took just from minds thats crooked, and 9's and bullets From riders pulling up and arriving after riding around Like surprise and pulling out shit like "Where you from?", bearing guns I'm not looking for a Pulitzer Prize for putting these lines in books I'm just sick of my niggas copping clothes with the sickest designs Thinking they'll get some dimes to looking, then finding themselves in situations thats deadly Over what type of fucking color my nigga's shirts painted Or if niggas turf-banging I'm sick of hurt, anguish, profanity's my first language Maybe a quote from Crook can convince em "Seek knowledge to speak wisdom, and gangbang against the system" [Verse 4: Demetrius Capone] Fuck dumbing down rap, what's the world coming to Fuck the world, literally, now I'm what the worlds cumming to Y'all be sounding like faggots when you rapping, fuck that, because of you My screws done come unloose, now I'm crazy enough to tell the fucking truth Fuck this new ratchet era, I'm from the true ratchet era Ratchet carriers back when there was a passion for rap and you had to care When a rapper could stare in the mirror and there was a rapper with actual talent Who stared right back at you, now you new guys should be scared to look at yourself and in fact you embarrassing us You cats should be wearing some blush, now add mascara I'm finna scare-up pricks, that stir up shit, you niggas made a massive error Letting this bastard bare a mic, cuz I've got a massive pair a balls I'm finna mash and air it all, the fans and the masses they're at fault too Ratchet-ass shit, the fans had a hand in that shit It's up to the fans to demand the classics, get off bandwagons and ban that whackness Get on board with the penmanship, it seems as if we've abandoned that shit Then we gotta educate the younger fans, who don't understand they a fucking fan of whack shit [Hook: Demetrius Capone]