Trife Da God - Guy Fawkes lyrics

[Hook: Privilege] Kids ate all their spinach plus the broccili raw Had hustlers moving [Mark fire!] Same as factories that sit on Brooklyn waterfront properties Investors sparking [Mark fire!] For so many Sunni insurgents victory's a slow ride Now martyrs taking [Mark fire!] And if the super flight flames fanned in foreign faces feel federal will fate infest 'em [Mark fire!] [Verse 1: Trife da God] Ey yo this story takes place in the heart of New York Where if you get caught slipping it's a part of your fault You never know what kind of mishaps they day gonna bring Pawns coming up, thinking they could take on kings When I was young we was popping gum Now they popping guns, dropping young Shorty looking at me like he not the one Seen him on the strip by six getting his diesel on Clocking chips, big four-fifth, getting his eagle on He put his people on, created a crew And through the years yo, his street credibility grew He was a runner now he got runners running for him Plus n***as he used to work for now they coming to him n***as from the other side murdered one of his men Caught him right in front of papi's, popped one in his brim Plus he shook him in, at the funeral, now he looking slim Viewed the world from the outside now he looking in (in in in in) [Priviledge] They say real downtown, I found poison I'm extracting on the daily Similarly to the oil that I funnel into barrels Keep it moving, selling bulk to the European Union Cause Euros spend damn near good as pounds round the ball these days And the haze ain't forgot 'em Ran into the Edge and got his egg poached dope rotten No top towing with these rap town toddlers Gotta get gregarious greetings grieving with greedy gimme ya'll like the guy they got in genesis Grimace at the thought of giving gifts grounds for getting, and I'm reticent I'm still medicine balls cracking your pedestals Mining these falls idols in regular holes Cause what is a nation without it's treasure troves? Just like a player without no broads Or a bong with no Chong and Cheech And the song with the longest reach And no eager teachers is teaching, preaching what they see in living, day to next Unbated breath, and im stressed and give it a rest And im razzling, razzling with moves like psychic Grab Poseidon's Triton like thorn lightning cause [Priviledge – Hook] [Billy Woods] He's a man of few words and a great many names: Billy Clint on 153rd, Bodega and Bahrain Wu Chang, aka the Black Bird, the Chinese counterfeiters The Ukraine's Dr. Strangelove Who pa**ed the poison to Hitler as Berlin was burning Apprentice to Merlin Even the Hindenburg manifest signed "Mr. Africa" with perfect penmanship The foreigner: a nondescript character at first glance Who got everything from Callahans to exotic plants Only stipulation is cash in advance Stop – and telegram Many claim to be down but like Masaui they were never really part of the plan These ships in Malawi Contraband in Thailand and the embargo is on in Iran So I can see how money's not the issue Once the check clears get you past Mogadishu Warheads for those missiles Humans trafficked by the kilogram, middle name discretion On the far side fresh off the boat Hagar the Horrible got Blondie in the oldest profession Family circus encouragable Andy Capp in the Boondocks, witness protection Ain't sh** comical, they 'bout that daily paper Put players on ravers and they'll never wave us 'til that Vegas line changes Consignment? Don't do 'em no favors Columbian pilots thinking that they hauling bales of Jamaican But the hull's full of undocumented Haitians That's international relations, that's immigration and naturalization He got aliens patiently waiting at 8-mile to body snatch your white christ And in the Congo he sold arms to loyalists and rebels alike So there's little sympathy for the devil, but it's never his head on the pike A rolling stone gathers no moss And not one of those arraigned could identify the boss