Love Thy Enemy - Professor Griff, L.A.D.

I firmly think it’s a crime to drop dime

On a brother of your own kind

A damned disgrace to show your face

Give you something I can chew this bass

On your own race

In a D.O.A.

case

So sample this, my 8−0-8 disk

Then don’t you dare miss

The L.A.D.

kickin' in action

Tell your next of kin of the colored attraction

The A.G.S.

the black ghetto assassin

Will destroy the thought of you colored in the White House

Now you quiet as a goddamn church mouse

You distort the scripture as you paint the picture

Of the man who paid the ultimate price

He gave his life

Six thousand years later you claim to be doin' us a favor

By painting his face green, right?

Wrong

Check God’s song

Read the headlines

Doin' the white lines

Sellin' out to the white lady

Suzi’s pile of toot drive me crazy

Committing the worst of sin

Heh, and now you’re doin' it again

Kill from K.C., you see

A sheep from the black nation

Who’s on the mental starvation

Lack of the right food, I know it’s rude

But I’m here and I got mine

Up my sleeve no tricks but a nine

And I’ll find time to rock this jam

If I can

Disguised in Levi’s

The blinds of lies

You tell the North America jail cell

Two thousand by three thousand

Fifty states

Halos, wings and the pearly white gates

We’ll escape the rapture

After the black capture their freedom

Now, are you willing and able

To be the place at your table

For the black man

I might surprise ya, it’s Elijah

Give me the mic and a stage

Then, turn the page

Checkin' for a anti-nazi raid

Release the pen for the ravage

So lost in a metal passage

You think you’re grown then hold your own

Get the fuck off the telephone

And beat me, then you’ll see I’m pullin' ya back

With some black facts

To counterattack that bullshit

'Cause I ain’t havin' it

Nor am I wit' it

Ya ball-of-confusing me is nonsense

It’s not worth about two cents

It’s pathetic to think you’re Semitic

It’s always done by those of a foolish critic, got it

You can fool the blind

But now it’s time to rhyme, check this out, UHH

Now if you got a problem I toke you in

My knees won’t bend

But if you wanna dance, I take a chance

Grab the D and get lazy

To please some sorry ass milquetoast faggot you must be crazy

It was serious, you see

Lee shocked me

Into a state of unanwareness of the real problem — Cash

Oh, no, G, I bust your ass

Huhh!

I got a work jacket, and the tools to match

Nigga ain’t clean

With a poison cap, HUHH

The short guy has a complex

So who’s next to expect, me to apologize

And the tears in my eyes will never fall

As I give you the last and final call

Come on, HUHH

Aww yeah

Together forever

Brother to brother, P. E

I like that

HUHH