Nashiem Myrick - Paul Shot Ya (live at South Paw 2003) lyrics

Has anyone in the crowd heard this beat before? 1-2 Who shot ya? Separate weak from 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 (on your neck?) you better rep that ankh piece Drown your sorrows in bathtub of soda pop Say "Tomorrow it'll all be alright" When tonight, you know it's not Naw, i'm playin', it'll all be alright No it's not..... Maybe it's cause i'm used to things not alright is why I see this Maybe it's 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 a whole lotta rhymers rep for the street But I never hear 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' it real is bein' yourself Strong stuck to weak like a birth defect We need ideas not leaders, nobody's perfect... yet! Chomsky's too academic, emcees are h*mophobic We taught Nazis Eugenics, brain muscles need aerobics "Wait, what was that? Nazis? Who's 'we', not me! What's Eugenics?" The science of race Recently disproved whose 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 gofer 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 next 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 sieves, they don't 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 clique, you best start your own right now Yeah... since 9-5 motherf**ers 1695 mothaf**as Puff, I think you've said e'nuff Its time to shut the pu kcuf 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