Timbo King - Immaculate Spittin' lyrics

[sample] I dedicate to this program to the National Guad But we're fresh out hillbilly music But we know better, don't we? We know about the 14 year old girl The trigger happy guardsman shot last night And the people they beat up And the black businesses they destroyed, don't we? It's almost time... 10 seconds, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, blastoff [Intro: Timbo King] Yeah... Bo Bo Bo, Maccabeez Got macks to squeeze (co*k and load) Bo Bo Bo Bo, yeah... Bo Bo, Maccabeez, let's go [Timbo King] For retrospect, I'm king of this metrotech To the next millennium, I'm Clarence 13X This the real it's gon' get, with no special effects My fours leave the scene when the tech's on wreck Yeah Mickey D's the boss, cuz he walks with a 'big mac' n***as went to jail, came home and got sent back Blacker than '60's, compared today The media, never air what we had to say Blue steel in the hour of chaos, revenge Composer of street music, Bozart, the man with a gold heart Silver lungs, my duty is to teach the young (You don't want none...) b**h rappers go run inside they daddy's house We on the blocks with them caddy's out, bladder out Yeah we liable on the stage, ya'll cats jatted out Ya'll them haters acting mad about, what the f** ya'll brag about? [Interlude: Timbo King] Maccabeez, Maccabeez Militia Ya'll can't f** with me, ya'll can't f** with us [Timbo King] Yo, for the projects, n***as throwing objects at n***as Smack n***as, jack n***as, one of those rap n***as Hold your square, my circle is gunning I've been popping sh** like this, since my uncle was numbing Stay dumb off the green gum b**hes on the dick wanna see me cum Income, outcome, all bums, albums The streets wanna know, why and how come Maccabeez... n***as get smacked the f** up [Hell Razah] The icon of the Renaissance, the blast word on the intercom That transform like Decepticons I get my greenery from leperchauns Ya'll better make sure your vest is on We turn Brooklyn to Lebanon Shoot at the police with no grief Bloody your white sheets, f** Alexander the Greek We got the streets yellin' 'revolution', against the devil's movement My sixteen in the constitution And I be very ruthless, another young Huey P. Newton Maccabeez don't obey laws, we came to kick down doors And break bread with the one 44 Why you fake n***as hating me for? My metaphors got your gay n***as cancelling tours We handling who*es like Max Julian in The Mack n***as scared to be back, Christ is black, but the church don't tell You the facts Since the Towers collapsed, we still hustling cracks Keep gats poking out of the sides of throwbacks Cadillacs on 22's, you know how money do Have Judas sell you out for 30 sheckels We rebels and law breakers, got you scared to face us Til then, all d**h to haters