I got the guile
n I got the missile
I'll bury
your cave in, many a mile
don't mess with
the white
coz we decide
what you eat
when you sleep
n what brown
nigga looks inside
Read my lips -
and repeat
I'm da big
brotha n you're dead meat
With the world
in my pocket
I'll let loose a
rocket
watch your kids
run n hide
there'll be a
hue n cry
for each UN
resolution I buy
but don't you
worry
I'll still pound
you, on the sly
Take my dollar -
and repeat
I'm da big
brotha n you're dead meat
I'll send you
food aid
after each
lightnin' raid
your blood in
the sand
your wail's
in demand
how can you
complain
when they want
blood n gore
on prime time
like never before
a little red
cross n plenty of bomb
Call your God - and repeat
I'm da big
brotha n you're dead meat.
~Bittersweet~
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