Chilly Chill - Ankle Blues lyrics

"Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record Is not just a blues record - but we want a document An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people Against the white devil slavemasters." [Verse One] Sittin at the pad watchin cops Trippin off the pigs keepin n***as off the block But don't let a n***a get got out the ghetto Cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto Is a motherf**in no-no Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet Mr. Billyclub and (who?) Mr. Concrete Face down on the pavement Keepin n***as out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it But vice verse the kicks And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick Fee fie foe fum, the n***as overcome Everything is numb and it's filmed at eleven It's like bustin caps at the bunny You get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummy They didn't have a f**in clue (f** you!) Yeahh, it's time to get the ankle blues Chorus: repeat 2X "He is the epitome.. of anti-disestablishmentarism" {*scratch*} "What's your latest hit brother?" [Verse Two] We caught the punk pluggin on our block He looked like he's armed so I went for my Glock Call up the homies, look like we got one Lay on the ground paleface, and that's when the fun begun We beat him down like we were loco (and said, "f** John Lennon") - (AND HIS PUNK b*tch YOKO) Steady takin charge of the neighborhood We got a nine-eleven call on another f**in peckerwood We rolled up on him and he broke He looked like he was tryin to sell some f**in dope Nope; we ain't goin out like that That's when I let his a** have it with the gat Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks He will never sell dope to another f**in black (cause it's like that) It's untraced without a clue (f** you!) Yeahh, his a** caught the ankle blues Chorus [Verse Three] n***a n***a n***a n***a, n***a damn fool (MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO!) House made n***a's on his way with a fat pay But the motherf**ers, paid for his doomsday We laid in the cut for some days Trippin off this n***a lookin like he's in a daze What do whitey what do whitey really wanna know? The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo - yo We hung him by his neck til it snapped That's when my homey woke me up out my nap (wake up 'loc) Wakin back up to the signs of reality Trippin off the sh** that we watchin on TV Them motherf**ers think I'm soft (PSYCH) It's a sign of the Lench Mob settin it off It's untraced without a clue It's the n***as, that's catchin the ankle blues! Chorus {*scratch*} "What's your latest hit brother?" {*scratch*} "What's your latest hit brother?"