Consolidated - Guerrillas in the Mist lyrics

"Damn oh yeah! It ain't over mother" "KFLB newstime 4:36. (part two, part two) In the top story of the hour, the largest single law enforcement (part two, part two) operation in California history is currently underway. (part two, part two) The police in five Southern counties are engaged in a ma**ive battle" (Part two, part two) P-Dog, back to break 'em off somethin' And never frontin' when the rhyme keep comin' Not lotto but I'm in it to win it and never lose Never singin' but swingin' and bringin' nothin' but bad news And I'm madder than a motherf**er Won't slip and the record won't skip, better get hip Fin' to pop, but I ain't pop How many cops gotta drop when the gat wreck shop P-Dog comin' up on another level No hope for the black folk, fu*k a devil It ain't nuttin' but a skanless-a** trap To keep motherf**ers broke and smokin' crack! So I'm grippin' on the clip and finsta move Another n***a on the trigger with nuttin' to lose You better duck when the gat buck b**h 'Cause the funk is on and Young Mark gimme some of that! Yeah pa** the match! Pa** the match! Yeah Ain't nuttin' changed, still anti-pig Still anti-drug dealer and anti-house n***a From bein' broke in slavery And if the skin is brown they only want you to stay down I see the community need work Black power mean mo' than a t-shirt! All I'm tryin' to do is be sure That the young black youth stay true to the format And see the plan to k** the man And understand, it ain't sh** for life to end Look at the Oaktown murder rate We need mo' than a panel to set it straight The next time somebody asks why A motherf**er sit still while the black keep dyin? I'ma do a (?)alley U(?) and make you see you cain't Bullsh** around with the people's fate! And that's why we hate ourself Sleepin' with the enemy you're bound to catch hell They ain't never been down with our side So f** Schlitz, Olde E and St. Ide's You better hear the word when I warn ya Now it seem like the whole world's Arizona One for Rodney and Latasha and Tawana boy ya better check ya list For guerrillas in the mist! Alright y'all, get ready for roll call We got the gats, we got the masks, we got the gloves The van's packed, and motherf**ers is ready to roll! Uh-uh, wait a minute motherf**er You better go on with that ol' trick sh** 'Cause in the 90's, n***az ain't havin' it So you best just learn to deal and get the f** out! White supremacy ain't never been a friend of me You better check it when I wreck it 'cause it's gettin' deep And get ready for the funk when the pot boil With a dry rag, kerosene, and motor oil Now the Aryan is scary and I'm runnin' up Fat Tom better duck when he try his luck 'Cause I'ma see that he s** on a tech-9 Or fifteen to his dome'll be fine! Or maybe I'll just tar and feather ya And castrate ya cause I hate a devil too Rape your women up and then I'll rape your mind Think about it it's an eye for an eye! And now it's fittin' that I'm spittin' on America A black man with a plan and I'm scarin' ya It ain't a threat but a promise out to each In L.A., Forsythe, and Howard Beach! Duck down when the clip from the tech POP You cain't f** with the sound when the needle drop So don't speak when I plans to wreck the house You can't win when the truth is spoken out A real case of a brother you love to hate Can't be roughed up or hushed or set straight! You better know me on the Mike McGee tip And grab another clip, for guerrillas in the mist!!