Political Gangstas

It's all gangstas gangstas at the top of the list

So I play my own **** it goes something like this

[Verse One] [Apathy]

You can try to shoot a pistol but the wounds are superficial

In comparison to ******* addiction when it hits you

We're proud to be Americans when arrogance is in you

From the second the vagina spits you till you're dyin' a cripple

The crime is when we're killin' innocent Iraqi children

But what?

We should turn to pacifism till crash into our buildings

Till the gasses start spillin' over masses of civilians

Tryin' to massacre a billion when they pack a transistor into your fillings

When the governments the villains

When they watch with hidden cameras that's up inside your ceilings

It's cold at night

Even in the summer I shake

I crumble and break while dirty bombs thunder and quake

I feel philosophical now, with all that Apathy knows

Reality blows

So I watch reality shows

And feel blanketed when television circuits are bright

I'm searchin' at night

To channel surf until the perfect light

Purchase a wife

While fabricated idols gets activated

Originality was assassinated

I cried when it died

Screamin' to help stop the bleedin'

But nobody understood the strange language I was speakin'

I'm over your head

Oversize fitted are skull caps

I radiate the way Aviator jackets and throwbacks

I go back

Before the Rittlin and the Prozac

When rap was pro-black

You suckers don't know Ap

I rip mics

But only solve problems with fist fights

Just because I'm smooth don't mean that I treat a ***** right

My insight extends from sunlight to the twilight

But at night I'm ignorant and can't get my mind right

[Chorus] [Apathy] [x4]

It's all gangstas gangstas at the top of the list

So I play my own **** it goes something like this

[Verse Two] [Celph Titled]

Yo

I ain't tryin' to hear nothin' from you so save it

No demo tapes I'm only listenin' to my favorites of classic rap greatest hits

Why at one time was hip hop music so sacred

Now they made it so easy, kids with home computers is makin' it

I remember studio sessions were special

DAT machines and reel to reels, no CD burners and no mass appeal

Too much of somethin' is not good, on the contrary

The rap telemarketers are chief executive officer

Board room O.G.s in leather swivel chairs

Laughin' at the **** we talkin', all them oversize clothes we wear

But **** it

We sell murder

And sell to herds of

Children who hear the same **** that's used to sell burgers

But I ain't sympathizin' and you heard it from the horse's mouth

Cause I'll bust guns and turn happy homes to an orphan's house

One of the best in rap's history to hold a mic

And real Cuban who thinks the movie Scarface is over hyped

So all you rappers scratch it off your favorite movie list

Or find yourself bleeding next to a pile of empty uzi clips

Stop idolizin'

Get your own style

I ain't rockin' gold teeth cause they'll provoke me to smile

Though for a while

I looked for hope but couldn't see any

And it didn't look right like a mohawk on P. Diddy

Get them some cheese cake to flaunt

But I'd rather sell 3H to juniors and I ain't talkin' about the restaurant

[Chorus] [Apathy] [x4]

It's all gangstas gangstas at the top of the list

So I play my own **** it goes something like this