Yeah, we the monsters in this
My man Pump,
you ain't know what I'm talkin' about
I'm comin' from where I'm from
like A. Hamilton
Word is bumpin' Talib Wale,
BKMZ
Brooklyn Academy, stand up The Plague,
stand up Jean Grey, I see ya
That's what it is
Pump was really hood,
this rap shit is so still
I'll stay fresher than a dude
just out of jail
That's what it is nowadays
Everybody got a prison record,
a new record for sale
And we just lazy as hell
With the unemployment check in the mail
They say that they sells
Well, I gotta bother at home
Watching Maury like
Jermaine is not the father
On my computer trying
to block the pop -ups
Getting sick is not an option
I ain't got the grok for doctors
So it's self -medicate
Hallucinating, a de lusional state
Fooling myself, saying to elevate
Like I'm really getting high
But I'm addicted to depressants
Spit the shit on records
It's deflected with a message
Got me quick to pick a bigger weapon
Light boots, rally the troops
Like George W. in a flight suit
They said what I write the truth,
so they try to suppress it, but
You gotta respect it cause I'm
fightin' truth
Don't let no one know, you got to find out
We can see, but we breathe
the same air you blow out
We got problems like the next man,
yes ma 'am
We got problems like the next man,
yes ma 'am
But we solve them, man,
we work it out, work it out
Any obstacles, we move them out,
move them out
All we ask is that you understand,
yes ma 'am
All we ask is that you understand,
yes ma 'am
Yo Crowley,
I feel you since elementary
We've been traveling the same
long roads separately
The music stays pure,
all these new kids play hard
Like ice grilling is the new fad
Like these hipsters just started
with their jumpsuits and the book bags
Me? I'm 32, we've been through that
So if you betraying our era,
then do it more clever
Stop frontin' like Tribe,
ain't influencer swag
You disrespectful and
need to be put on timeout
Go down to Cedric and Cedar
an d really find out
They got me stressed,
I'm poppin' muscle relaxers
To relax we crush these bastards
My two sons love music
I keep it moving for the cause
With hopes I make it to where
I don't got stress no more
Don't associate with men that act
like broads
Cause they'll never understand
what the fight and the struggle is for
If you don't then nope,
nope, you got to find out
We em cee but we breathe
the same air you blow out
We got problems like the next man,
yes ma 'am
We got problems like the next man,
yes ma 'am
But we solve them man,
we work it out, work it out
Any obstacles, we move them out,
move them out
All the acts is that you understand,
yes ma 'am
All the acts is that you understand,
yes ma 'am
Cryin' and waitin' and hopin'
Yo, that's the dumb way
to changin' life
That's like bringin'
Nas into the gunplay
Some stay strapped at all times,
but some pray
Life is only one way, so while some blaze
I absorb the sun rays
I spit it hotter than a Hyundai
Overheated on a Sunday
I'm hip -hop like a Vietnam
vet with one leg
Marley and me go back like a BMX
With a rusty chain and one peg
The last greatest with that flavor,
we got bangers
For dollar fan writers and gangsters
and strap hangers
Plus we take it back like
eight tracks in beta
It's just facts and data
We run past the majors, so fast
This dumbass gonna ask for favors
Brooklyn born and bred,
strong like the seven
We MCs but we down to earth,
like John Lennon
We very ordinary people
and some like John Lennon
If you don't then no, no,
you bout to find out
We MC but we breathe this thing
and you blow out
We got problems like the next man,
yes man
We got problems like the next man,
yes ma 'am
But we solve them man,
we work it out, work it out
Any obstacles,
we move them out,
move them out
All we ask is that you understand,
yes ma 'am
All we ask is that you understand,
yes ma 'am
Another Gilmore reduction
Lonely
Wo -o -o you