Corporate America

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Uh-huh, what up Bless? I'mma keep sending them to you, baby Ray Die-zee, politician man [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] Corporate America, top of the world The plan is to get back, the plan is to be strong And last long in this Corporate America [Solomon Childs] Off the record I promote violence Type of music that get you killed from the words that you muttered Come across like a right cross, and you get head bunted I live amongst crimes and criminals Subliminals who wanna be high powered & high blooded They say the jails is overflooded From Honduras to the Florida Keys with key money Air tight Willie and me, here to distort And it's all in your voice money, and you laughing Or with this spice, I left my house in plasma rock This police kept me marshalls and cock blocked Try'nna eat, I'm getting as fat as Jill Scott Strugglin', in and out of jail is a cold art Compose the ghetto like I was Mozart A talent like mine, that's how the drama start Nuthing to gain.. you hear, that's how the drama start [Chorus 2X] [Solomon Childs] I'm De La Soul, watch me plug one Plug two, burgundy spots on my bulletproof Funeral time, pull out the black suits Give it up for ratchet city, never met Fat Joe But me and my mans'll still run Trizzy We thug affiliates official, blow up shop for shizzle Won't have the Tyrone to miss you I'm at the ultimate point of the game; money And it's funny; cuz music attract high rolling A&R's wonder why I spit so hard, look God, I'm broke And momma had a stroke, and I'm a third time affendit Shorties think I'm a big spender, I tell 'em slow down Lead your own life, because mines you wouldn't wanna enter Bullet holes in the front of my fender Jealousy, could beside cats in my projects And I'm wondering if the God's next... [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Yo, Bless, I'mma politic it out for you baby...