Clean Up - Strong Arm Steady, Black Thought, Saukrates

I don’t wanna leave you on the sidelines dude

The clock is ticking get your mind right dude

Rememberin' the days when I was like you

Why I ain’t end up in the pine box?

True

What goes up, must come down

So when you sittin' at the top, you won one round

Now here comes one generation that’s so profound

You ain’t never heard the word «assassination» so pronounced

Like ??

through the repercussion of winnin' while you sinnin'

The nation stay huntin' for you

And I don’t mean to break the news to you niggas

But the crabs in the buckets are true

As true as a bullet, easy as a trigger pull it

I’m sure you’ll do what’s best for you

So clean up, don’t ease up

I know you’ll do what’s best for you

The conflict is crucial

The drama is just futile

Hush

Kinda make you wanna wonder what to do you know it must

Get a little easier on some ooh child trust

People cut throat this is the new style

I know you’re man just passed but this too shall

Just keep those crabs out of where you lay your roots down

They in the bucket tryin' to make they splash

And take more each figure, fuck it they gon' take they cash

Cause it’s like, I gotta get it, gots gots to get it

Especially in a city where cops not permitted

So box lock your digits

I hate to be the one to break the news to you but shit’s hot

Watch them niggas

A few is gonna flat out, walk up and say «fuck you»

Others is gonna play it like, «Aye, what you been up to?»

Knowing they want to get somebody to touch you

I know regardless you gon' do what you must do

For you

Me?

I ain’t high.

You know why?

Cause I can’t truly be high unless all my

motherfuckin' friends is high.

I look around.

I see my friends.

Do you know

what I feel like doing?

(What you feel like doing?) I feel like sharing my shit