Devil's Advocate from Odd Apparatus by L.R.E. Afro Ghostseid
Tracklist
| 3. | Devil's Advocate | 4:44 |
Lyrics
Verse 1
Little bodies littering this political landscape
Cast blame even though niggas pack in their pants waist
Steppin' up with replicas smokin' us like an ashtray
Get riled up while they pile up
and frankly nothing I can say
Ya'll are stupid ass hell backwards
actin' a fool and you see what happens
You should've been attacking the basket or rappin'
13, 15, 21 tragic
When you draw on the police or get scrappy
Culture will leave your carcass for buzzards to have
Saying fuck the 5-O that's blood on your hands
You wanna be a thug that's blood on your hands
You wanna sell drugs that's blood on your hands
Kill another black man that's blood on your hands
Same old dance different city different hood
Sip another 40 rob a nigga feelin' good?
If it aint you set trippin' now you trippin' like you wasn't indifferent
to killing your own now they mention
that another gang's bigger and they got your attention
As though murder in the cover of night is a new invention
Chorus
The land of the selectively free
and the home of the situationally and circumstantially brave
We built it on running away--escaping
and working slaves 'til their bones paved the way
to make us as strong as canes
for when we walk
we tread heavy on a foundation unsteady
Wire suspended above the bevy
when it snaps we splatter like wet confetti
finna whet my appetite on this delectable archetype
How you wanna fight when they've selected for ours to die
Abet them in their crime when you harm do not indict
Abet them in their crime when you harm do not indict
Verse 2
Who you tryna fool knew you were skewed from the beginning
You tout a look of concern my eyes burn through it your grinning
On the inside I take it in stride When you rely on hiding behind
Enemy lines You get tried for committing a crime
but never get fired for poor performance rather resignation
Still get paid even with several reports under your designation
In a fucked up system where your best friend does the investigation
Under God my ass if you ask me they're blasting
stick 'em up Full of flaws
Upholding rulings whether they're good or not
Who'd of thought words on a paper capable of being wrong
Is what needs the protection not people when it comes to the law
Chorus
The land of the selectively free
and the home of the situationally and circumstantially brave
We built it on running away--escaping
and working slaves 'til their bones paved the way
to make us as strong as canes
for when we walk
we tread heavy on a foundation unsteady
Wire suspended above the bevy
when it snaps we splatter like wet confetti
finna whet my appetite on this delectable archetype
How you wanna fight when they've selected for ours to die
Abet them in their crime when you harm do not indict
Verse 3
I don't wanna hear shit from killers gangbanger, OGs, guerrillas loud-mouthed, lazy, no-goods, niggas ignorance is self-fulfilling
so fellas you can die and be a another little body
Or stand like a man who's pride is his intelligence
indulged with his worth and self-reverence
Instead of perpetuating hell so that it never ends
You never win in that situation
Never use brawn when brain in the equation
So stop playing games when the world's for the taking
Chorus
The land of the selectively free
and the home of the situationally and circumstantially brave
We built it on running away--escaping
and working slaves 'til their bones paved the way
to make us as strong as canes
for when we walk
we tread heavy on a foundation unsteady
Wire suspended above the bevy
when it snaps we splatter like wet confetti
finna whet my appetite on this delectable archetype
How you wanna fight when they've selected for ours to die
Abet them in their crime when you harm do not indict
Outro
Saying fuck the 5-O that's blood on your hands
You wanna be a thug that's blood on your hands
You wanna sell drugs that's blood on your hands
Kill another black man that's blood on your hands
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