how my mind tick
I'm on some old school crime shit
When niggas sold two's to keep
the dimes lit
Ain't no rules when these iron
shots are stoned dun
This heat burn through your flesh,
stright to the bones
I reach for the buddha
cess and zone
I probably have a future of stress,
stay depressed and be alone
But as far as the present
time its on
I represent mine til I return to the S
and said I'm dead and gone
Nobody want to be broke and you neither
Put me on the co'na, watch me catch
a quick case of cream fever
If you be poppin shit my niggas
won't believe ya
Probably punch you in the face and take
ya wallet when we see ya
But son it gets deeper
I'm runnin with a click that's bein'
hunted by the grim reaper
To all my peoples in the man
keeper
Let'cha situation be a teacher
Ain't nothin like a education
When I was locked down I learned
about patience and dedication
And not to say shit,
unless you need a motherfuckin face lift
And as a youth I was a outcast
Runnin around with ?pelagons? playin
war but now it's all about cash
Chor us:
I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain't tryin to hear shit
til my got cash to get
Blast you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind its all about cash
in a fistfull
I'm caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain't tryin to hear shit
til my got cash to get
Splash you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfull Up late night and up set,
and fed up
Niggas comin up wet,
I'm dead up
Fuck tryin to your head up
And when it go down,
word bond we gotta get up
Too many locked down upstate,
son its a set up
My life has sped up,
many years I'm straight up
Plenty bears for who ain't
here and those who ate up
Test and get sprayed up
in the club
We couldn't run it so we take
the blade up in the booth
Since we couldn't shoot
We heat it up, losin the shirt,
showin the bare chest
I'm blessed,
puffin the skunk make me care less
The best that you can do
is duck my fuckin crew
If the slugs don't
get'cha, lord J'll jig ya
Actin artificial you'll get
burnt my the pistol
Before its done,
even my guns'll turn to missles
Don't have to blow the whistle on you
'cause everybody knows you
Watch yourself around borderline
pyschos
Who know my people gotta
hold a mint
Or they ain't worth a cent
How can you represent,
if you can't pay the rent
And leave a dent in my life time,
I'm caught up in trife crime
In fights you neva know
what you might find
We stand firm meanwhile 'cause niggas
that seem wild
Be buckin blanks,
if they were men they wouldn't fuck with pranks
I leave them niggas
alone and stay home
Unitl it cool down as they remember how my tool
shit
cocked for drama
Stainless steal, shit is for real
The way these rats is known to squeal,
makin' sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs,
caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle
how the Bronx humble
??? devils get deaded,
never regret it, only known to set it
Stealin existence obviuosly ya jetted
Speak the desest, I see the
pyramid and eagle
Back of the dollar bill,
ill decitful, we con sider leathal
God fallin, niggas be ballin,
guzzlin alcoholics
Two drinks, too many is like whitey
infulltrating your fortress
This is on, we 'bout to form,
best prepare for the storm
Ya'll funny niggas quick
to ring the alarm
Bomb fell, now a nation is gel
We had to dwell for four hundred or more
The Lord had the right just livin poor
Resurrectin the true and livin
back the power
Devils getiin devoured,
niggas heard the god holla
Dead Prez 
