Thug Nation

Yeah, know what I mean?
It's coming down like that, man
Sorry to break up the radio for a minute
But it's gotta come down, it's gotta be real
It's gotta come from the heart
And I wanna talk to the hood right now
If you a thug and you real, motherfucker, speak

I'm like Osama Hussein, hotter than a whole population control
I'm seeing soldiers fold as I release the scroll
I spit perpendicular, walking barefoot across peninsulas
Freeing slaves and prisoners, black market militia
This revolution the mission is, free the minds of our listeners
Resurrecting with militants, we ain't begging politicians for nothing
Government funding, coming gunning
And stunning, seeing the D's running
God bless us, supreme team, extreme measures
Macks under mattress, see four in the dressers
The D's who wanna test us and Feds wanna arrest us
Fuck professors and they lectures, I'm talking to ancestors
True story, give the glory to God, receive the blessings
Made in the image of his likeness, my true essence

I blindfold the government with claws and struggle in
Come from street corners where all day cracks be hustling
You can't come in, unless you got a warrant for the crib
I pay the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police shit
I got names on bullets in the clip
The world ran by the rich, we 'bout to change that shit
Feel my aura as I walk with a millennium limp
Talk what I walk, just teaching what I've been taught
See sirens show up and outline 'em in chalk
OGs showed me the ropes and day by day had a coat
Keep a Ruger in my coat and never ever sniff dope
Or watch your future go downhill like a ski slope

My thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms
Get what you can get now before this place burns
No, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya
But believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours

Call me the black menace, slap niggas like I'm playing tennis
When shit pops off, it don't finish
There's smoke in the air, you smelling spinach
I'm sick in the head, I need a clinic, the infinite
'Cause I rise without the finer things
Lord of the Rings be them corner kings
Wings of wars, hoes cling on, so bring on your whole platoon
Y'all buffoons with a bunch of tunes need to retreat soon
Black Theroux, black Othello
My clique be the wild fellows from the wildest ghettos
Yeah, armed with angels, protected by a guiding light
Violent fights, US and dirt eternal silent nights
Fuck it, George Bush is abominations
Spoken to us by the prophet Daniel
Here's some instructions for the hood
I wrote down, call the project manual
Rule one: get arms and don't share what's spoken up
Inside the circles to outsiders
I don't know why, I know what I know is right
But trust me, dog, God'll provide us
Rule two: find out who's who
See, Judas hung around Jesus, you don'
T want the same thing to happen to you
Rule three: fuck storing food
Ask for nothing, take what you need
Reality, real warriors bleed
Believe me, ghetto Jesus sees this
Rule four: there are no more rules, cash rules
What you take us for, some motherfucking fools?
I got a celestial gun to clap off demons
Smash on the brakes, the Devil hit the dashboard screaming
I'm a manic-depressant, I'm on Paxil and Zoloft
Now the hood don't gotta say nothing, I just took a load off
And watch me cock the sawed-off

My thug nation, let me break it down for you in layman terms
Get what you can get now before this place burns
No, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya
But believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours
Let me break it down for you in layman terms
Get what you can get now before this place burns
No, I'm not a minister or we preaching to ya
But believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours

You are now tuned into the sounds of Black Market Radio
My thug nation
My thug nation
My thug nation