Messiah Musik - Scales lyrics

[Verse: billy woods] No justice, no peace People fill the streets Many of fine speech When that died down, still you and the police Murder by number 1, 2, 3 Better have you a piece! Better have you a college degree Better move where there don't be sweets Never gon' be what you wanted to be, it is what it is Brutus slid the shiv between Julius' ribs Two types of people in the world, kid, those who load the gun and those who dig Rhetorical question- Can I live? Found the place of your final resting, dance the jig Fiddle under my chin Pirouette spin in a pair of Timbs Heard em on the stairs, pulled the pin Either which way they coming in, might as well go for the win We all got it coming Smooth her skirt, make sure her shirts bu*toned He said nothing What would you say? Never told her husband, just sauteed the onions A good man is hard to find Fruit of the poison vine Gin and tonic with the lime ron[?] kept that balance Another bottle of wine, accept that challenge Use untruth to feel that silence Kids in they rooms listening to nullified nihilists Still stylish, ultraviolence Credit to his race who gives credit to his stylist Boss said "Any questions?", I said "Where's Wallace?" ("Where the f** is Wallace?") "Huh? String where the f** is Wallace?" ("Huh? String. String. Look at me. Look at me! Where the f** is Wallace? Huh?! I don't want this payless wearing motherf**ing representing me. I'mma get my own man. Alright? So just get back in your car and get the f** back down south." "Alright you stupid motherf**er. You made your decision.")