BETHLEHEM/SC FREESTYLE

Yeah Man, this nigga Thelonious always give me somethin' I can breathe on Bleed on Shout to Johnny Smalls Uh, this is ground zero I'm risin' from the ashes, uh The first step on the road to Damascus I redefined my narrative I'm Frederick Douglas, uh I can't harbor hate although they never loved us, nah I tell my guys I miss 'em, they in dire conditions Tryna survive in prison, prayin' they don't die in Dixon Bro said send him some pics of me with Australian bitches Back in America they treat us like we Aborigines Original man, they tried to white out our history As if the first universities wasn't Egyptian Lauryn Hill said it best, it's just miseducation And Section 8 is just modern day segregation I'm drinkin' from the whites only fountain of youth They heard the cage bird sing so I bought me a coupe Pardon the roof, it gets shy in the summertime When mama said be home before ten, I had my number nine Thuggin' outside with them hooligans ditchin' school again The 'Raq was my holy land, like the tribe of Judah and them Persecuted at home like Philistines in Hebron is I'm starin' past the wall from a rooftop in Bethlehem Remind me of project halls in Lawless gardens It's the same if you go back to Africa, Marcus Garvey A people without knowledge is a tree without roots I'm a walkin' contradiction, I'm in Saint Laurent boots mobbin' Standin' on the west side with Chairman Fred Hampton 'Bout to catch a red-eye back to my bed in a mansion, yeah When did hip-hop turn into hip propaganda? (Uh) They killed Dr. Sebi, they make mills off of cancer The business is keep us addicted to pharmacists So we too preoccupied with prescriptions for politics Give 'em mass incarceration leave the children fatherless I'm the voice of a generation we won't be silenced (It's the business my love) I'm from the home of Black Stone Rangers Where they invented gang bangin' And they twist up they fingas, like they opps in a Backwoods From where Gotti Moe was hangin' He got killed there pulled him out his wheelchair Photographed him with his pants around his ankles Where they indoctrinate young, hit the freight trains for guns Drive 'em up from Indiana or Tennessee with the 'Bamas And blue police camera's sit high like gargoyles Crack your head to the yoke for thinkin' you hard boiled Better simmer it down, take that shit downtown Sixflags on Halloween, it's fright night in Terror Town And them killers in Killer Ward catch you in River North If you whippin' foreign, they pull your ass out the doors of your Aventador Eat Flaming Hots for breakfast, 'cause that's all they can afford 44% of Englewood beneath the poverty line, from where they livin' poor And they can't make up their mind, who's the best of all time Larry Hoover or Jeff Fort? Who drop dimes, load Glock nines and John Doe 'em Where they changed the name from the Chi to the 'Raq to Drillinois And the winter is brutal put the toaster to your strudel, make you doo-doo You on bed rest, livin' off Ramen noodles Where the North Pole is bundled and it's cobras out in Humbolt You could get booked like Mowgli by the Moes out in the jungle And the Lords in Holy City will make you do the holy ghost Shake you down like Diddy if they suspect that you holdin' dope You can't play around in K-Town It's get down or lay down, buss downs, grey hounds Throwin' Ls in L-Town, bumpin' DJ L sounds Active shooters in the city this is not a drill, trust me it's real now Came for a photo opp to show your opps You wanted to visit O-Block Ended up havin' to stay 'cause you got shot, nigga