Joey Fatts - Farrakhan lyrics

[Intro: Farrakhan] Now, now, you, you Preachers and leaders You, you, administrators You teachers You leaders, you, are the worst [Hook 1: Joey Fatts (Farrakhan)] b**h I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag I want all beef, get toe-tagged Don't do pigs, motherf** crash Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan... (You generation of young black men and women...) b**h I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag I want all beef, get toe-tagged Don't do pigs, motherf** crash Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan (You can't feel it?) [Verse 1: Vince Staples] Read up on ISIS the other day Read up on violence, my phone on silent Can't call my bluff or anybody, k? Anybody get touched any kind of way Anyway, read up on ISIS they trippin' I ain't worried about it I'm crippin' All my automatics extended Don't be coming around with that come around k** everybody, no witness Bandana brown like my pigment Yeah my alma mater like bunch of quarters I gun it down, I gun it down I'm black, proud, and my mac loud Five powers to the people Walk up get down through the peep hole Coke game, cold case, n***a eat chrome (Coldchain!) [Hook 2: Joey Fatts (Farrakhan)] b**h I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag I want all beef, get toe-tagged Don't do pigs, motherf** crash Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan... (When you talk to young people, you can't feel that you're missing them?) b**h I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag I want all beef, get toe-tagged Don't do pigs, motherf** crash Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan (And we don't want to hear your compromising...) [Verse 2: Joey Fatts] Feeling god body When I'm walking around here with that shotty I don't need a chronic, you gonna get that business if you try me b**h I'm radical, yeah, I'm radical, the automatics blow Since the Regan era n***as serve and front that Texico (They hate what they can't control We don't f** with no patrol Take it back to fifty-four Boy I'm sticking to them codes) My fist high, my clique ready Hood look like Katrina when they broke the levees My gun co*ked, my hand steady Or I'm out the window in a black Chevy [Hook 3: Joey Fatts (Farrakhan)] b**h I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag I want all beef, get toe-tagged Don't do pigs, motherf** crash Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan... (Your day of using our people is over and it will never come back) b**h I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag I want all beef, get toe-tagged Don't do pigs, motherf** crash Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan (You have bought into the enemy and you want to lead your people, not to God, not to Jesus, but you want to lead them into the path of their open enemy that God has come to separate them from)