Can't Truss It

歌詞

Here come the drums Alright, alright, yeah, yeah Alright, alright Here come the drums Alright, alright, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Alright, alright Bass in your face, not an eight track Gettin' it good to the wood So the people give you some of that reactin' to the facts That I kick and it stick and it stay around Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down Goin, goin, deep to the roots Ain't givin' it up, so turn me loose But then again I got a story that's harder than the hardcore Cost of the holocaust, I'm talkin' 'bout the one still goin' on I know where I'm from, not dum diddie dum From the base motherland, the place of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack And fooled the black, and left us faded King and chief, probably had a big beef Because of that now I grit my teeth So here's a song to the strong 'Bout the shake of the snake and the smile went along With that, can't truss it Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller Cause the wickedness done by Jack Where everybody at divided and sold For liquor and the gold Smacked in the back for the other man to mack What? Wicked man, wicked man Get back, step back, kick it man Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory Little Rock where they be dockin' this boat No hope, I'm shackled, oh plus, gang tackled By the other hand swingin' the rope "god damn" Wearin' red, white and blue, Jack and his crew The guy's authorized beat down for the brown Man to the man, each one, so I teach one Born to terrorize sisters and every brother One love who said it, I know Whodini sang it But the hater taught hate that's why we gang bang it Beware of the hand when it's comin' from the left I ain't trippin, just watch your step Can't truss it And I'll judge everyone, one by the one Look here comes the judge, watch it here he come now (Don't sentence me judge, I ain't did nothin' to nobody) I can only guess what's happenin' Years ago he woulda been the ship's captain Gettin' me bruised on a cruise, what I got to lose Lost all contact, got me layin' on my back Ugh, rollin' in my own leftover When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else 90 damn days on a slave ship Count them fallin' off 1, 2, 3, 4 hundred at a time Blood in the wood and it's mine I'm chokin' on, spit, feelin' pain Like my brain bein' chained Still gotta give it what I got But it's hot in the day, it's cold in the night But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive Attitude boils up inside And that ain't it, you think I ever quit Still I plan to get my hands around the neck of the man with the whip 3 months passed, they brand a label on my ass To signify our owned, I'm on the microphone Sayin' 1555, how I'm livin' We been livin' here, livin' ain't the word, I been givin' Haven't got, classify us in the have-nots Fightin' haves cause it's all about money "damn" When it comes to Armageddon mean I'm getting mine Here I am turn it over Sam 427 to the year, do you understand That's why it's hard for the black to love the land Once again, bass in your face, not an eight track Gettin' it good to the wood So the people give you some of that reactin' to the facts That I kick and it stick and it stay around Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down Goin, goin, gettin' to the roots Ain't givin' it up, so turn me loose But then again I got a story that's harder than the hardcore Cost of the holocaust, I'm talkin' 'bout the one still goin' on I know where I'm from, not dum diddie dum From the base motherland, the place of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack And fooled the black, and left us faded King and chief, probably had a big beef Because of that now I grit my teeth So here's a song to the strong Bout the shake of the snake and the smile went along With that, can't truss it