Tableek - Neighborhood Drug Dealer lyrics

[Verse 1: TABLEEK] Now skool rule Already i claim to build mental Troubl was my right hand man And what I went through Cause the PYL on the tip like a felt pen said I could trace the curves and munch on herbs Machos on the set perturb how i did it 99 ways and everthing was permitted Mentenally scarred We move on they irrate Smackin my trey trying to knock food off the plate And although i ain't the biggest, the ruffest, the tuffest I'll catch em with a quick left hook they're like "smuckers" Its after hours, no more yellow buses No iron horse so in Nikes I trustes Im on a mission in a foreign land- Black Sudan? No not near home get the point- alone The hatred of these island n***as all on me The hood-lemic epedemic of society And im fixin' to be the headline on the morning paper n***a not strapped shot to d**h on a elevator I'm prayin' to ALLAH to save me Talking loud moving quick people on the street think I'm sick but I'm not Its just I don't want to get shot, it wasn't in my plans this morning I woke up scratched my nuts made wudu, always true Best words from Uncle Sekou, let's move on (intermission) [Verse 2: TABLEEK] Best words from Uncle Sekou, let's move on I'm back on the scene mint green overalls In the phone booth nervous with the frantic call Stayed busy, and that meant nobody can get me and scoop me up from this per-dicatmente A store, maybe Coke can boost my adrenaline Waiting cross the street I peep yo its them again And yo they see me, this ain't I dream of genie I don't blink b**h I'm no pre-mie I cross the street, pearl vision 180 A store with the afternoon rush that seem lazy Its crazy, i say fatiha then I press Forward my heart beatin' like thunder in my chest Im reachin' for the door either pull or push more Sweat covered my face a few paces for war Then i braced, my body tight for concussion As soon as they set it, got the bic to stick something in the neck I'm waiting for the vic to check, when the door swing open crept up my step Only seeing that this man here play along So my umi won't be singing the sad sad song Its like what Neighborhood drug dealer, my man What up black?