King Koncepts - Tools Of Conspiracy lyrics

KING KONCEPTS Remember me? I housed you from birth A paragon of inner city life AS wart sprouting outta the Earth To some I'm home, others try to escape but to no avail Cuz I'm a failure fantasy Piss smelling hallways and crack fiends Are included like batteries To rob the last piece of bread from ya cabinet Fool, I'm deliberate accident Living manifestation of white supremacy Once you're living me, there's no forgetting me I pursue tenants to their d**h In the form of a rap sheet Murder, robbery, grand theft auto If not that, crack pipe, syringe and bottle will follow These are my henchmen I go to work 24-7 40 levels and 8 million stories of grown men That keep in a rut- My elevators are broke to keep people from raising up I'll make ya lose ya mind So that you can't even BEGIN to function in everyday society Rioting and burning won't do a thing Cuz I reappear like a pot of gold, deep in the ghetto so Presidents can't see me, just ignore me While 747 is crash in Europe 700 and 47 lives get smashed quick as a flash By me- No cops come around, so you can just- "Get down, get down" No questions, I teach lessons but keep them discreet But I've still got to report to my boss about the lives I've ruined Its a dirty job but someone's got to do it Conspiracy- CHORUS SCRATCH: Wanna k** ngas cuz they scared of God I'm just a Tool of Conspiracy Seven o'clock, my alarm rocks my brain The Pain, of my hangover, hits me like a range rover Up and into my blues and uniform Make sure my Glock's strapped to the side Of my pseudo utility belt I might as well be Batman Cuz I strike fear into the hearts of citizens I'm super heroic, my history's written in blood Ya keep missing me, should you be in the form Of a letter or complaint letter I make sh** hot like wool sweaters When I come ya better 86 the spot, when ya dash I like to watch Get a power rush off the juice that I got Wait? You ain't front, the fun begins What'd ya say bot? Boom bash wit the club Scrub! Now I plant the dove Ya goin down, betta notify the one's ya love Pop the trunk of the bucket, f** it Oh goodie, a whole brick of bomb under the hoodie I;ll bring it home to the wife and sh** So we'll be thinking of you When we ignite your sh** Beat ya a** down cuz I like this sh** How ya gonna complain? HOW? I run the system, what's up now! That ain't what AmeriKKKa's all about But now you know too much I'm gonna put ya outta touch With the conspiracy CHORUS