Last Mass Of The Caballeros Lyrics

Madd topics, no you can?t stop it

Like how much they paid for that rocket?

People in the hood really ain?t got shit

How much got spent by the President?

Where my money went? Livin' here separate

Even heads gotta nerve yellin' represent

Beat down cribs funky ghetto adlibs

Gadgets, value jets, half lit cigarettes, city limits

Put my whole soul in it

I been waitin' too long to get where I?m goin'

Hatas dissin' this flowin', thinkin' ball and rap

Is the greatest thing from blacks

Hype, watch a sucka run to it

Seems like a river runs through it

Simple to do it, pass the can around

Try to help one another

The pimp got tricks

That he learned from the other

Go by the color you?ll discover

Damn everybody ain?t no brother

Just when you thought it was safe

I?m dubbing madd breaks on ol' C.I.A. tapes

Ain?t no stoppin' who in this country tis of you

It?s monkey see monkey do

Now in the age of followin' the celebrity rage

A 12 gauge flipped the whole page

The score lopsided in a one sided war

Could be more than what you bargained for

Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases

Till the capital ceases

Ain?t no difference tween black and white

Except the green in between, yeah, right

Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound

Black like James Brown, it?s been goin' down
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Spirit in your dark ass direction

Projection controls perception

Got you guessin' in the art of deception

Indexes confusin' Rolexes for Rolodexes

Another brother fried in Texas

Spent my best pay days hittin' off exec's

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

Analysis of the situations

Bringing forth alarming revelations

Cigars 100,000 dollar cars, what

Most of us do the laundry in the bus

Is we blessed 'cause fast foods processed

Will the last be first can the first be less?

Got no leverage

Madd thirst for the beverages

Now the funk got us dead 'n' drunk

Got your drink on but got no think on

Now you got beef, wanna knock out teeth

Against the land of the lost, gettin' tosses

6 daze a week of course to the bosses

Old timers preachin' as born again rhymers

In the school gotta walk men

Graduates can?t talk, man

Lyin' between the chalk man

Shakin' that money maker

That MTV honey is a faker

Let ill and Al take her

Deaded borders separated by the waters

Stats and surveys be off like Saturdays

Madd killers reproducin' like caterpillars

What?s on your mind on the welfare line?

Cuttin' Medicaid got us droppin' like flies

Words from the wise comin' from the dead

Not alive from Facundo Ariel L