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Not Yet Free Lyrics
[Boots]
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brother never gets his props
from doin' belly flops at the department of waste
And everyday I pull a front so nobody pulls my card
I gotta mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard
I'm lookin' behind me, beside me, ahead of me
They'll be no feet makin' tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one so I've reached my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin' the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big dis
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got to pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin' me it's because I live in sin
So I grin. But nevertheless my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin' 'cause i thought I was livin' in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose
'Cause like a noose asphyxiation sets in
Just when i think I'm free it seems to be the spider steps in
This web is made of money, made of greed made of me
Or what I have become in a parasite economy
[E-Roc]
In the winter there's a spinner with the smell of the rain
and the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain
of a brother who's a hustler, and he's stuck to the grime
of a sister who's a hooker, got to sell her behind
Desperation makes her brother get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold
So I spend my time thinkin' 'bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my crew together, pull a move on the bank
I'll be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go from single to ho.
As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, 'cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin' ganged by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal to wonder how they live in fat
One, two , three. Everybody get a gat
[Boots]
Niggas, thugs, dope dealers and pimps
Basketball players, rap stars and simps
That's what little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hos and press they naps around yo' neck
Broads, pop the couchies, bitches stay in check
That's what little black girls, huh huh, are made of
But if we're made of that who made us
and what can we do to change us
The oppressor tries to change us, here's a foot for his anus
Well since the days when I was shittin' in diapers,
It was evident the president didn't like us
Assassination attempts I'd root for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong 'cause I knew what a right was
and a left and an uppercut too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got
that's why I was constantly red, black and blue
[Outro: E Roc, Boots]
[E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you wanna throw some shots out?
[B] Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool
[E] Ay, but ain't this a freestyle?
[B] Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet free
[E] Hey we gonna throw some shots out anyway
[guns are cocked]
[B] Awright fuckit, who y'all wanna throw some shots out to?
[E] Uhh whassup with that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
[B] Aight, they the new masters up in the White House and everything
Let's throw some shots out
[E] Yeah
[blam, blam blam]
[B] Awright, what about Bush? He on the way out and everything
but I think we need a goodbye for his ass
*gun cocked*
[E] Uh-huh
[blam]
[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
[guns cocked]
[E] The who?
[B] You know who they are, awright
[blam blam, blam]
[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker
[E] Yeah whassup wit him?
[B] Awright
[blam]
[E] Got him!
[B] Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., [guns cocking repeatedly throughout]
The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., Detroit P.D., ay
[E] Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D.
[B] Awright, load up
[E] Yeah, here's a loaded club for yo' ass
[semi-automatic]
[B] Awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads?
Ay check it out
[E] I can't stand dem fools
[B] Awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool
[semi-automatic]
[E] Yeah, got em!
[B] Ay, what about these sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? *gun cocks*
[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris
[E] Who else? [gun cocks]
[B] Tom Bradley
[E] Who else? [gun cocks]
[B] David Dinkins, ay, line em up
[E] Yeah be true to the game
[blam blam blam blam]
[B] Ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do?
[E] Let's get the fuck up outta here
[B] Aight cool, we out
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brother never gets his props
from doin' belly flops at the department of waste
And everyday I pull a front so nobody pulls my card
I gotta mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard
I'm lookin' behind me, beside me, ahead of me
They'll be no feet makin' tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one so I've reached my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin' the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big dis
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got to pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin' me it's because I live in sin
So I grin. But nevertheless my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin' 'cause i thought I was livin' in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose
'Cause like a noose asphyxiation sets in
Just when i think I'm free it seems to be the spider steps in
This web is made of money, made of greed made of me
Or what I have become in a parasite economy
In the winter there's a spinner with the smell of the rain
and the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain
of a brother who's a hustler, and he's stuck to the grime
of a sister who's a hooker, got to sell her behind
Desperation makes her brother get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold
So I spend my time thinkin' 'bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my crew together, pull a move on the bank
I'll be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go from single to ho.
As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, 'cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin' ganged by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal to wonder how they live in fat
One, two , three. Everybody get a gat
Niggas, thugs, dope dealers and pimps
Basketball players, rap stars and simps
That's what little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hos and press they naps around yo' neck
Broads, pop the couchies, bitches stay in check
That's what little black girls, huh huh, are made of
But if we're made of that who made us
and what can we do to change us
The oppressor tries to change us, here's a foot for his anus
Well since the days when I was shittin' in diapers,
It was evident the president didn't like us
Assassination attempts I'd root for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong 'cause I knew what a right was
and a left and an uppercut too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got
that's why I was constantly red, black and blue
[E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you wanna throw some shots out?
[B] Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool
[E] Ay, but ain't this a freestyle?
[B] Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet free
[E] Hey we gonna throw some shots out anyway
[guns are cocked]
[B] Awright fuckit, who y'all wanna throw some shots out to?
[E] Uhh whassup with that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
[B] Aight, they the new masters up in the White House and everything
Let's throw some shots out
[E] Yeah
[blam, blam blam]
[B] Awright, what about Bush? He on the way out and everything
but I think we need a goodbye for his ass
*gun cocked*
[E] Uh-huh
[blam]
[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
[guns cocked]
[E] The who?
[B] You know who they are, awright
[blam blam, blam]
[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker
[E] Yeah whassup wit him?
[B] Awright
[blam]
[E] Got him!
[B] Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., [guns cocking repeatedly throughout]
The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., Detroit P.D., ay
[E] Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D.
[B] Awright, load up
[E] Yeah, here's a loaded club for yo' ass
[semi-automatic]
[B] Awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads?
Ay check it out
[E] I can't stand dem fools
[B] Awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool
[semi-automatic]
[E] Yeah, got em!
[B] Ay, what about these sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? *gun cocks*
[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris
[E] Who else? [gun cocks]
[B] Tom Bradley
[E] Who else? [gun cocks]
[B] David Dinkins, ay, line em up
[E] Yeah be true to the game
[blam blam blam blam]
[B] Ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do?
[E] Let's get the fuck up outta here
[B] Aight cool, we out
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[B] Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
Henry Ross Perot (born June 27, 1930) is an American businessman from Texas best known for running for President of the United States in 1992 and 1996. Perot founded Electronic Data Systems (EDS) in 1962, sold the company to General Motors in 1984, and founded Perot Systems in 1988. Perot Systems was bought by Dell for $3.9 billion in 2009. He was born in Texarkana, Texas.
With an estimated net worth of about US$3.5 billion in 2009, he is ranked by Forbes as the 85th-richest person in America.
Perot led the Texas War on Drugs Committee that proposed five laws, all of which were passed by the legislature.
[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker
Peter Barton "Pete" Wilson (born August 23, 1933) is an American politician from California. Wilson, a Republican, served as the 36th Governor of California (1991—1999), the culmination of more than three decades in the public arena that included eight years as a United States Senator (1983—1991), eleven years as Mayor of San Diego (1971—1982) and five years as a California State Assemblyman (1967—1971).
During the California energy crisis Wilson authored an article titled "What California Must Do" that blamed Gray Davis for not building enough power plants. Wilson defended his record of power plant construction and claimed that between 1985 and 1998, 23 plants were certified and 18 were built in California. The San Francisco Chronicle contradicted this claim in a 2001 article that found that no new facilities had been built in the preceding decade. The graphs in Wilson's article showed that Davis had approved twice as much new power plant capacity in his first three years as Wilson did in his entire eight-year term. The Governor Gray Davis Digital Library contends that Davis's energy policies during his governorship resulted in 38 new power plants, totaling 14,365 MW.
A Los Angeles Times column quotes Wilson defending his record, "I take credit for being the driving force behind deregulation." Wilson also acknowledged that he had not anticipated the large growth in energy demand. Although the Bush administration blamed the California energy crisis on the failure of several state administrations to increase power-plant capacity, later investigations revealed that energy companies, including Enron, manipulated the market to increase profits. In 2003, the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission (FERC) concluded that the energy crisis was caused by poorly structured energy deregulation and market manipulation that the deregulation legislation made possible.
[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris
I cannot find information on this person
[B] Tom Bradley
Thomas J. "Tom" Bradley (December 29, 1917 — September 29, 1998) was a five-term mayor of Los Angeles, California, serving in that office from 1973 to 1993. He was the first and to date only African American mayor of Los Angeles. His 20 years in office mark the longest tenure by any mayor in the city's history. His 1973 election made him only the second African American mayor of a major U.S. city.
In 1998 he supported a controversial oil drilling project near the Pacific Palisades.
[B] David Dinkins, ay, line em up
David Norman Dinkins (born July 10, 1927) is a former politician from New York City. He was the Mayor of New York City from 1990 through 1993, being the first African American to hold that office.
Dinkins was elected in the wake of a corruption scandal that involved several Democratic leaders in New York City. The indictment of a few key Democrats allowed Dinkins to avoid primary challenges from some potential rivals. Additionally, the fact that Dinkins is African-American helped him avoid criticism he was ignoring the black vote by campaigning to whites.
Dinkins initiated a hiring program that expanded the police department nearly 25%.
300,000 private sector jobs were further lost during Dinkins's administration.
He failed to file (or pay) income taxes for five years earlier in his career.
In 1991, New York was unable to pay city employees. The Dinkins administration proposed unprecedented cuts in public services, $1 billion in tax increases and the elimination of 27,000 jobs. He cut education by $579 million, and marked 10 homeless shelters for closing which was opposed by the city council.