MC Paul Barman - Paul Shot Ya lyrics

[MC Paul Barman] Who shot ya Separate the weak from the indoctra-nated Time for some deflated egos It's off people Dead won't make you a hero Operation Dead Negro k**ed a whole bunch Arabs and a sh**load of honkeys Democrats are a disgrace to donkeys What's that (urnyect?) you better rep that (arm piece?) Drown your sorrows in bathtub of soda pop Say "Tomorrow it'll be alright." When tonight you know it's not Naw, i'm playin', it'll all be alright No its not..... Maybe it's cause i'm used to things not alright is why I see this Maybe its cause Donald Rumsfeld once held my penis War is some gay sh** Perpetrated by true players in blue blazers bathed in the dark light of self-hatred I've heard a whole lotta rappers rhyme over this beat And i've heard alotta rhymers rep for the street But I never heard bout' the people they meet They don't observe They offer no insight They can't love music they hate themselves inside Never listen to nobody else Keepin' real is bein' yourself Strong stuck to weak like a birth defect We need ideas not leaders, nobodies perfect yet Chompski's to academic, emcees are h*mophobic We taught Nazi's eugenics brain muscles need aerobics Wait was that? Nazis? Who's we, not me What's eugenics? The science of race Recently disproved whos origins trace To Cali Yeah, that hot bed of liberality Recently voted in a machine of Nazi municipality With General Powell's son is the FCC Means that you think so, but were not really free The circle of life is not work all your life for the man who took your dad's life That's called slavery I'm on top of my game like a lifeguard chair You don't know nothin' yet you'd like to share Too bad... Show and tell's ova' A soldier's a gopher for a lawyer in a shoulder holster Seein' the truth's an emotional rollercoaster This is some higher talk I've been going through my firewalk The most recent war was I-raq The mint maybe Syria, but sure won't be Saudi Arabia But we'll get all of its neighba's And we'll k** some babies and some ground troops They'll be in the sh** That's not the sh** meaning good, but meaning brown soup To all my brothers in arms, making sick jokes Forgive the (sives?)they dont know the big hoax They're cloaked in darkness like who turned the lights out Your handwritten kites are censored with white out We might have to fight our way out You can't join a cliques you best start your own right now Yeah...6-9-5 motherf**ers 1695 mothaf**as Puff, I think you've said enough its time to shut the pukcuf I shot ya I got ya open like a chakra Science is knowin' not just a degree for a docta' Superficial distinctions make me go batty Gangsters aren't rebels they just imitate daddy