Scum - Black Milk

Random, random, push till they fall back

Grabbing the ball back, while I’m grabbin' the hard hat

Hard act to follow, we the hard pill to swallow

You cotton that sit in an aspirin bottle

Random Axe smash the throttle, grew up where’s ice cold

Where niggas gamble with their life like a dice bowl

This ain’t a light show, but you see them red blues

Flashin' on the tittie screen, Channel 7 news

Where those lil dudes reach for rugers

Never surf the internet, never own computers

You know the name, don’t know the face, then he the mover

Whoever’s quietest in the room, then he the shooter

The old heads don’t understand, askin' how come?

We don’t think like Martin, Malcolm was the outcome

Any means nece-ssary yeah, where I’m from

While I had pops, most grew up without one

All they had was drugs, where the street wars met

Walkin' out everyday, with the Devil on yo doorstep

Sittin' on your porch in the post

This the city limit, where you see they have no remorse at

It’s gone, gone, outta the slum

Bang bang put it in the air

Bang bang, feel it over here, over there

Bang bang, don’t nobody care what you had

Meanwhile, we find Sean P on the toilet rolling a spliff

Fuck is on his mind?

Four fifth for your face

And yo faculty fuck boys, forfeit in your face

Shittin', watchin', you sittin' on grapes

Pre-payed, premeditated and murdered the aim, P!

Achin' yo kimfolks, a.k.a. the ape in the window

A trafficking?

A Budweiser African king poster

I’m doin' my damn thing

Them niggas claim king but ain’t doin' a damn thing

That’s my word to my moms

I neva heard no one of ya songs: «Fuck outta here!»

And I don’t dislike you

I disliked the dude that said I disliked you

Long kiss, long fist, bitch, goodbye

Can’t fuck with P, new fish to fry, P!

Time like here, I wasn’t playing

This not for declaration,?

If they ain’t there with me, they gotta come right

The got?

something

Once again, it’s Mr. I-Am-Not-Yo-Friend

From the city where it’s commonly a tragic end

They mad again, squeezin' what they hold to leave a hole in you

Half ass niggas are half again

Mashin' it, American shit, keep yo foreign cars

They still like they war and odds

They got help waitin'

Two pretty heaters, they named ‘em both: Dropper-Dead-Gorgeous and Breath-Takin'

You’d rather check Satan, inhale while he inhales powder

Softwhite, they put it down in the lab like Walt White

Soft fights is what they give em

Talkin' workin' on their off nights

The bar’s tight, they sendin' nears off on sight, overnight

The fairput cats on your overbite

Sweetcats, I know your life

Burbon cats, I know your wife

Poet night, shake a house, no Poltergeist

Takin' flicks and yo stolen nights, the clip’s rollin' right

Paper chasin' with this door in sight

Takin' ten kingpins out, they ballin' stripes

Show you right where they buried, right and they smoked his pipe

It’s medicin through a cobra’s bite

I hold the mic with the real concern in the facts

Wait no more, return to the acts

Return fire

Earn a writer when I burn a squire

Self employed, the murder higher