Cappadonna - Feed My Folks lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah Yeah man Big up Wah di bloodclaat Big up to all ma**ive Bun babylon Crews worldwide [?] family [Verse 1:] The gold conference Platinum colored hair All black on Holding my grammy in the air Yeah I fought the good fight Everybody know I was there Since 98 I barely had another good year Homies changed Homegirls changed The wifey changed The world changed Sippin on this nasty champagne I'm on the campaign But they don't know my damn pain Still grateful for my blessings thought I can't complain I'm still chillin out Yeah just do the damn thing I do my duty yo Overseas up in paul mccartney studio Yea me and my man simon Hot gang international Slip into bvlgari and drop [?] too Droppin sh** with meth and my whole crew f**a ya'll [?] Shakazulu Bam bam Boom boom African moon The rich dude right here never left But coming back soon Just on my [?] tho Same n***a bro When I was down it was the biggest joke All I wanted to do was feed my folks Somebody said yo imma sell this dope [you know how we do] [Verse 2:] [Nakeeba Amaniyea] Somebody nah put nuh gun to wi head to do robbin Man words Babylon words Fi wi fi sell out wi self fi some bread Still they feelings hurt Feelings hurt And if them tink a small ting When court a rise up like dirt Up like dirt Nuhbaddi nah put nuh gun to wi head Fi do babylon work Bablylon works [Verse 3:] [Cappadonna] Hey yo I'm back from the slums I'm back on that newness And I do give a f** about who's more exclusive Whatever is conducive That's where the juice is Throw up your dueces This is a wu blitz Soundboy a go dead if him eva try f** wid Champion sound murder everything that come round it Cappadonna And you know i'm african crown quick And ganga man know him haffi let di next pound slip We do if fa di yute Dem haffi mek di black graduate Never hesitate fi mek dem come out on the straight tip Dis di yute america black and dats di greatest Martin luther king him a di greatest Malcolm x yes him a di greatest Garvey a di greatest Sela**ie a di greatest Every african wi haffi jump off di slave ship And dem a make it Farrakhan make it Elijah make it The christ make it Everybody make it Wi nah go take it Nuh brutality We haffi rise up Gwan put on you hoodie Some [?] a gwan nuhbaddi lookie lookie Burn babylon dem ago treat wi like rookie Speak the truth to the youth The [?] system nah soosh me Lick off dem bumbora** if nuhbaddi try push me A nuh bush weed only good broccoli Walk in ma**ive staten island posse New york city Wtc Cap dem nuh ready Nah dem nuh ready Dem fa**y deh nuh ready Yute dem nuh ready k** a b' already [?] dem nuh ready Babylon nuh ready Fire up di gun an dem nuh ready [Outro:] [Gunshots] Brockhead (echoes)