The Bulletin

[Intro: 2Pac Shakur] It’s like if you plant something in concrete and if it grow and the rose petals got all kinds of scratches and marks, you ain’t gonna say, ‘Damn look at all the scratches and marks on that rose that grew from concrete.’ You gonna be like, ‘Damn, a rose grew from the concrete?!’ Same thing with me, I grew out of all of this. Instead of saying he did this, he did this, just be like damn! [Verse 1: MK Asante] Write … like I never left Buck paperback like pass the test Get paper back like the IRS Then I tax the track, no IRS Cuz we black, they don’t hire us Fine with us, we don’t tire up Cuz we black, can’t tire us Fuck all them nghs, dawg, line it up I’m sharper than my line up Pitchin movies, no wind up Down to hustle, my grind up False poets - times up! Down or naw … make ya mind up Cuz freedom ain’t free and get Buck is the reminder Tick tock like a motha fuckin timer I go ham on the beat, rap Dahmer Rubber-band camp, hit this jawn and her mama True story, just another Philly saga The Don Dada, MK, the tongue propa Move thru clouds to move crowds, Big Poppa Heavensent, irreverent, Big L in it Mahalia Jackson – believe I’m inhalin it And I ain’t even tryna tho Aight aigh Let me stop lyin tho MK mighty king Mountain LION flow And you spit that lay down, that lying flow MK all on her bag, that designer flow Bestselling author must I remind you foes The Mr. On-the-Road I ain’t got time for hoes Regal in the Monaco with Dali Lama robes Flow Euphrates, Philly raised me To be like, “fuck you, pay me” 80’s baby stuck in the crack of slavery But we made it out, that plan we laid it out Harriet Tub in deep water, we wade it out Jordan in the 4th quart—can’t take me out I put on and put in, this is the bulletin Wild block we bullet-in, leave you left with them bullets-in Wind breakers … [Verse 2: Uzi] Make 'em make 'em clap to this Ain’t no app for this Up in class or get harassed up in the trap for this Hip-Hop I’m a catalyst Bout my grind I’m a capitalist C-walk or braap to this Underground ain’t no map for this Tryin to master this Out this world fuck a atlas Wop you fuck with, mattress Watch these chicks they got tricks, they Tantalus Booked on a Sunday, evangelist Power of the Elohim, man, I channel this Let me expand on this From another planet: man from Risq Love and war you want the hand or fist? Complex nature kind of pandorish Don’t sleep the bol deep is he man or fish? Don’t weep it’s time to eat you want the pan or dish? Make some racks to this, you can stack this Fist in the air stay black to this My ill downhill, can’t tackle this Hate the game asterisk Beats, split straight smashed to bits Heavyweight you ain’t half of this Zoom zooms, wam wams, Bandlandz, Hector Juelz like you Santan, that jam man'ell clep ya Loose sales from hand hand that man man'ell get ya New goons dont respect ya, they blam blam the fletcha New jails, new cells cuz the plan man is F - ya! Courtesy of the brotherly, sunny in the ugly Bummy is that coventry, money for that crumbly Govy wanna number me Streets is tryin to turn me otherly Babymomma tuggin me Off my deen, mu'min (yahmeen) So I skeem humbly Desperate measures for excellent treasures Posted in negligent weathers for vested endeavors, yo