bout.that - clipping., Baseck

This is for the quarter water, penny candy, poor ventilation

Broken freezer, broke and freezing with a heater and a ring

Came from the slime at the bottom of the land before time

From the chalk dust falling out the pocket

The time James died on good times

The time lapse to the sunrise on the arctic

Shit from the vomit of the bowel with no solid

Human feces by the soil, sleeping bag on the street

By the row where they fight over french fries

And dope, where they choke for peso

Bitch this from that C-section

From the bloody afterbirth of the greed

Blood streaks on the back of a hearse

All green everything, gettin' that guap

All clean everything, swag on lock

Everybody holler at the first thing, fuck it

Real G shit means don’t say nothin'

'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!)

'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)

'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (Shit!)

Ain’t that just bout a bitch?

'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)

'Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)

'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!)

'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)

For the teeth loose, for the hole gnawed by the root

For the skeet shoot, taking on a chimp for the freaks

For the stiff upper lip, uppers loving the lift

The other utterances, yeah I’m fucking your bitch

The hard facade over the hard heart

The chrome rim, look at him, whipping a work of art

The fuck is Basquiat?

Park name, Rosa Barks

The dogs let out to walk and the gods all talk gibberish

Yup, littlest pup figure he bigger enough

To scrap for the meat with a Rott'

Eat in the streets 'till it rot

Fecal for free and the steeple don’t mean nothing

So everybody’s Sunday best when you see him coming

All gray everything, reppin' them colors

Pastor always talking about sisters and brothers

Slanging on the church steps, fake suckers bluffing

Real G shit means don’t say nothing

'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!)

'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)

'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (Shit!)

Ain’t that just bout a bitch?

'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)

'Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)

'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!)

'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)

For the city that’s going wild

And drowning without Poseidon

And flying their flags for tyrants

And vibing out on the violence

With Vitamin Water sighing

And crying bout the profiling

Profanity on the mind

Bout the vanity with all the blinds drawn

Looking out for the shooters

But fuck it, we are polluters

Riots is for the looters

The pious don’t know the truth

Or the bias they pointing to

And the fire that they pursuing

Is higher than those with eyes

That is redder than jeans are blue

All purple everything, who got grapes

Higher than a motherfucker about to go ape

If you got a pistol, just keep on tucking

Real G shit means don’t say nothing

'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!)

'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)

'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (Shit!)

Ain’t that just bout a bitch?

'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)

'Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)

'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!)

'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)