It's a cruel world
This a cruel cruel banger
I move through the streets with a real big hammer
These hack motherfuckers better back up
Back in it, packed in the club when we act up
Act like a king can't lose his head
When the streets turn red and my pack scream back up
Big tree small axe
Make the fascist face the facts
Make the maker meet his match
Beat that bitch and take it back
Big tree small axe
Make the fascist face the facts
Make the maker meet his match
Beat that bitch and take it back
I ain't playing with you clowns
I ain't fucking with these fools
I ain't playing with these niggas
Niggas better give me my room
I ain't playing with you clowns
I ain't fucking with these fools
I ain't playing with these niggas
Niggas better give me my room
Lil Nietzsche Nigga!
Neurotic new terror
Esoteric laminate leader of the new era
New parable, panoramic point of view
Chose your own adventure Quran, con the daily news
Know the race, know the state, know the base,
Know that space is the place, know the name, know the face
Know I carry more weight in my mind than my waist
And the sound of the bass, make you wind up your waist
Pop on these niggas like pressurized bomb
Slide in the cypher like a government drone
Laid underground like a tomb
Ten men came for me, not one made it home
This goes out to the smokers
This goes out to the drinkers
This goes out to the masters
Critical times need critical thinkers
Smoke is for smoking
Drink is for drinking
Pricks is for poking
And ass is for freaking