West Philadelphian squats They've got me waiting on a day When we can say "fuck the police!" with a little bit of integrity, When it'll mean "I've got your back
a presence A child, my child My childhood, a misplaced childhood Give it back to me, give it back to me A childhood, that childhood Oh please give it back
see your second cousin Wasted in a fight You say he had it coming You couldn't do it right You're in a western movie, playing the part The devil's been
Up Stop Talking Waste Man A Brush Man I Swear Blood I'll Brush Man Black Na Blood Hold Me Back Hold Who Back They Think Their Bad Who Are U Dog Waste
were there now and they looked back, Would we look them in the eye, could we look back? Cause when we look back at what we have done, Can you believe
to ?waste? their muthafuckin ass from coast to coast Cause I'm a fool on the trigger, I like to pull it I'm sendin that muthafuckin letter back with a
chance Stress reaches up to the heavens, its arms Take the form of nuclear bombs And when they weary, they drop and crush theory Laying to waste every
it's the wild life We all brawlin, fight to eat The enemies and the D's lurk through N.Y.C Some of them on they back lookin up like "Yo, why me?" [Verse
E-D, because your rhymes will be fold [Medaphoar] Straight in all black on the attack be Medaphoar so freeze back So rappin' imitators get peeled back
go through the motions and smile in the face of the cast of real life who appear to be a waste of Nah, forget it there's a fight out back Between Nickolaus
.D. and Y Not' Good lookin Common Sense, that last album was tight Let me get back to the ring and evaluate the next fight Now the next fight had to be
conscious food God degree, cause see God's the size of me And yeah, what's the difference with the west and the east I feel there ain't no difference,
pork, I'll splatter your thoughts West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch Watching the news with his back
special little faggot that I even dropped this Cause you ain't getting one single cent or profit I'm your worse nightmare The devil in the flesh This be a fight
K, Sunshine, Moe Dee You add us up, we'll equal three [Spoonie Gee] And on the mike we turn it out Young ladies fight without a doubt [all] If if you