Th Esh*t lyrics

by

Killer Mike


"It's the sh*t"

[Verse One: Bambu]
This is unemployment rap music
Get used to it
Go rob a bank to it
Foreclose your house to it
You see it coming wanting sh*t you could do about it
And like a train wreck, instead of running
Y'all just crowd around it
And talk about it like y'all ain't a part of it
Like all this 99% talk is f*cking foreign
I'm from L.A. where our gangs run everything
sh*t could get resolved if the cops stopped meddling
A reckoning is coming you could put that on my hood
f*ck the count holmes
I measure bullets by the foot
Soul Assassins, Sick Jacken, Big Bam' baarratt
I better hear pistols popping, where my sister's at?
She can't hold a pistol, tell her, "keep walking"
Somebody who gon' teach my kids how to fire a rocket
While you out making a radio hit
Homie I make this and "it's the sh*t"

[Scratch Hook]
"Be ready from the get go, blaow, y'all hear my sh*t go" - Outkast 'Ain't No Thang'
"It's the sh*t"
"Swift with the sh*t like bullet's trajectory" - Gang Starr 'Brainstorm'
"It's the sh*t"
"Be ready from the get go, blaow, y'all hear my sh*t go" - Outkast 'Ain't No Thang'
"It's the sh*t"
"The sh*t that I'm saying make sure it's heard" - Ice Cube 'Ghetto Bird'
"It's the sh*t"
[Verse Two: Sick Jacken]
They call it number two
Dookie
It's what you put into Pookie
Light it up and inhale that sh*t
Get your motherf*cking psycho on, sell that sh*t
But keep money in a shoe box so you bail out quick
Pimp, a bit of hood advice, given by the big homie
He told me always put a rubber over your cannoli
You're gonna have a drink, never have it by your lonely
And if you're gonna rep, make sure it's your side only
Uh huh
Cause hood hoppers end up Jimmy Hoffas
Yep, good coppers all [?] papa
sh*t
Pop rappers all Cyndi Laupers
We drop sh*t, even constipation can't stop us
Yeah, it's that chicano and Penoi rap
All that other bullsh*t, you can just avoid that
Raw sound waves now turn into a noise trap
That's why I can't wait for Big Duke to get his voice back

[Scratch Hook]

[Verse Three: Bambu]
This is come-across-the-border music
And start looting
Tear down a wall to it
Or cut a fence to it
Undoc*mented students?
This government is stupid
To think that chickens ain't home like, "f*ck Houston"
This execution shooting, line 'em up and drop 'em
Mexicans/El Salvadorians let's get it poppin'
Central South America and out in Cuba too
"My boricua tieno's" ready to bust a move
In Begantas with a gas mask on
And black hoodies
Rest In Power Trayvon
I remember suckas in high school days
Getting punked in the quad, afraid to catch a fade
Then they graduate and join the L.A.P.D
Then I see 'em in the street...(hahaha)
Me and Knowledge just laugh blowing smoke out the whip
Can't turn the music down pig "It's the sh*t"
"n*ggas still trippin' off the sh*t I said last year" - Ice Cube 'Get Off My di*k And Tell Your b*tch To Come Here'
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