Mr.blankslate - T.P.H.T.P. lyrics

[Verse 1] Blood of my starved ancestors That sh** enriches me Needle sharp rhymes sewin' your minds With stitches, see A lyrical epiphany In GED consistency I'm deeper than the sea And I'm hittin' tree Thrillingly and brilliantly k**ing all the misery I'm changin' history Eliminate the sleaze With the steaze when I speak Growin' meat? b**h, please You've been spreading disease like grease on a beach All using genocide to stimulate peace War is a beast Plaguing the west as well as middle east Somalia burns while we grow obese in this culture of sheep So I hope you f**ing cease and retreat from overseas Cuz we have needs Desperate single mothers that can't afford the lease Peaceful pot growers who deserve to be released We're just icing on the sh** that's underneath Our feet Freedom ain't free and the taste ain't sweet So we lace that beat with grace in the street And clouds of weed Never turn a cheek Or surrender or retreat Cuz we secure the deed In the feed, fighting greed Like every tan Carib Whose hands were cleaved And left to bleed Cuz the gold that they freed Weighed a seed and not a f**ing mountain What a challenge But the righteous never lose their balance We are valiant stallions on the foul-list But our prowess allows us to overcome you cowards Like my homie Jack Bauer So f** yo f**ing leaders cuz the pencils have the power