Tri State - All Types of sh** lyrics

[Planet Asia (Tri State)] Peace True Self (Peace Power Allah, what's good?) Man I was on the way-way, man These Babylons was behind me I had the Allah Rule in the car, you already know what I had to do (Peel his top off right?) Yeah you already know, they out here try'na sacrifice the Gods But you know I can't let it go down like that, f** all that DRDC [Hook: Planet Asia] Metal Palms, Buford state King Medallions, Gold Chain San Quentin, Rikers Island Ice mouth, Goon Squad, k**a Kali DRDC, L.A., F.C.C Metal Palms, Buford state King Medallions, Gold Chain San Quentin, Rikers Island Comin' up with all types of sh** I don't even write no more I just let Dr. Dre write my sh** [Planet Asia] It goes f** the Police, right off top My Chain Military strike with accurate shots f** marching and protesting We're armed with them ARs and Smith and Wessons Militant mind connection out the West in Kern County I lick a shot at a crooked cop before I let him Mike Brown me Jettin' through the turf on foot, I'm try'na push Out of breath, if ever caught by these crackers, I'm cooked So I plan strategic, cause it's a tactical war Espionage way beyond the Spook That Sat by the Door Babylon is fallin', never forget about New Orleans Heed the calling, the battle was won before it started My people El captured by the river of Egypt for sleep Peep the political thesis, unh To all my k**ers, righteous black guerillas d**h Angels, we shall no longer be the prisoners [Hook] [Tri State] Overnight freedom fighter type Black revolutionary caught up in the hype Headed for the cemetery, hand over fist Fist to the face, hand over chips What's a brick to the safe Pure Panther, pop at a pig' wig for answers Mark of the militant streets cheered the anthem Live from Missouri, caught a train from ?ville Zimmerman pursued me, gonna hit him with two shells Novus Ordo Seclorum, fill out a form In the name of the dollar you raid, they were sworn To k** a Mockingbird, crowds flocking by the herds The Devil fear the power of my words This is Jesse Jackson, Minister Farrakhan The Reverend Al Sharpton strapped with a firearm Ready to ride like "Who ready to die?" I keep a molotov lit and I'm aimin' at genocide [Hook]