Attica Black

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This is a song called Attica Black

It's a song about the mediocracy in mediocracy

And just, in general, the mediocracy in life

We hope you enjoy our presentation

Children gather round and let the rhythm buried in ya come alive with every word I speak

It's something that you really gotta feel to understand so bring a little bit ganja with ya

I scurry through my tapes straight looking for escapes from the mediocracy

There's gotta be stops gotta see how it ought to be not to be preaching but the wack just ain't dead yet

When you feel the funk inside ya

The inner soul is on its way

By the fire was I annihilatin' and breakin' em down

Was countin' and pointin' the mountain and I'm slayin' all the

To rule the industry instead of rhyming to be free you're rhymin' to get over losin' all the

So like the brothers in the prisons when conditions weren't improvin' started lootin' and the aunt said

And the aunt said

And the aunt said

Does anybody know what the situation is?

Do you know what we can do and what we can't do?

We can't say and what we can say? I don't know that anymore

I don't have enough time to go and research all the laws

So I'm in the position that the only thing I can say about that is, "Fuck it"

Why'd you go and fall off and leave a motherfucker hanging on for some pawn shit, but you're butt as soft as some

You want ya props

As far as I'm concerned ya finished and we never want you back no mo'

Here to take the poor conditions listeners are listenin' within to a higher plateau

Necessary dues to show our skills cuz there's just something too important and a fat bankroll

Wrecks well, neck swell from the thunder of the grooves in the headphone

Let's bail to a place called Melodica where rhythm is a way of life and when I'm at home Imma sing with the voice of a harp let our poems scurry free from the death of a melody

Rhymes be compellin' me to take our crews to break out fools make out do's and don'ts and rules you won't be able to front

I gotta be able to do what a rapper is able to do to give the people what they want

I'm takin' my time and

I'm makin' it rhyme and I'm makin' it shine and I'm blowin' they mind and I'm showin' hip hop and I'm doin' it every day

Takin' it, fakin' it, breakin' away all the blues

Ya know... Just tellin' it

Now I'm harder than a mother just singing this song

And keeping hella those smoke from the bong

Every little thing I do

And every little rap I do's an opportunity to dine on your carcass

Dine on your carcass

Dine on your carcass I thought you knew that talk is cheap

So peep the unique chic—The beat raucous

You never heard before: words galore

I donor more for your pleasure madame

Miles to go, bro, so check out the flow so low no emcee can withstand the momentum, bent 'em, pent 'em, sent 'em

Flip the song back and let's start it all over again

Let's start it all over again

I [?] the blood

Who got whitey

I got the soul

Who got whitey

Black ain't only beautiful—It's bad too

It's fast, classy, name takin', and ass-kickin' good

I'm lookin' f' five B's that say it ain't true

Put your money where your mind is, come on