Tekst:
Raised Fist And Then They Run

of treachery, hate and tragedy And a little grain of truth Just remember it's eye for an eye And tooth for a tooth All about growth and expansion

Tale of treachery, hate and tragedy And a little grain of truth Just remember it's eye for an eye And tooth for a tooth All about growth and expansion

-doctor Recite me, and ya whole ailment get proper I'm the, medicine man, representin my clan Mixin the potion with verse fire and simmer, my man And

my system, take 'em, and then I twist 'em Put 'em out one day and see, who wanna diss 'em As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up Y'all get

my system, take 'em and then I twist 'em Put 'em out one day and see, who wanna diss 'em As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up Y'all get

the runs Shoot your gift like a gun and never forget where you come from You're young, gifted and Black If they can't say, Shaquille O'Neal then make

a high class leather city trade with ya ass And show ya the rough times Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime And bitches working the pike for dough Then they run

tape your ass to the toilet nigga Then turn the iron on high and burn it nigga Die at da door and your ass probably highly fryin nigga And your tombstone

to zipcode I should ziplock it they won't stop the chumps they just chop it chewin' chunks and chunks and then shop it on the homeplate and I hate to