Album

I Beg Of You


...One Rifle Per Family
Bambu
Producer: Lefty
2012

Intro:

What it do family?

I need everybody to um, make some noise one time

 

Hook:

Give it up for me please

(As we welcome)

Put your hands in the air

(One of the world's greatest)

If you know what's good for you

(For the people, by the people, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout)

You want to shake it like you just don't care

(If you don't, you need to catch up)

Would you please clap your hands

(So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls)

Now get up on your feet

(Being the fine low frequencies)

I beg of you to get up and dance

(Welcome)

It's such a crazy kick ass beat

(Bam-bu!)

 

Verse 1:

Ahhh

This the start of my departure

The time bomb on the martyr

From Parkas, Dickies and a Starter

To 50 pound body armor

Then trying to wipe off the karma before I have me a daughter

And living in hopes of making my son proud of his papa

I'm looking back at my raps

Regretting only 'bout half

But never regret the intent to get my people on track

Self Entitled was idealistic but I was young

And I ain't really start to get it until I became a Native Gun

And fuck if that ain't fall apart like all the shit in my life

From mom and dad's nightly fights to choosing a wrong wife

And for the first time in my life

A bunch of shit going right

Then credit reports and overdraft charges turn down the lights

Put up a light if you feel me homie

Pull out an Armalite when they finally get me

Still screaming bars and make sure my change stay sharp

Pass rifles out to families, let's see who starves

Yeah

 

Hook:

Give it up for me please

(? is my main man)

Put your hands in the air

(I want you to reach up like you trying to touch God, you know what I'm talkin' bout?)

If you know what's good for you

You want to shake it like you just don't care

(We got that good good)

Would you please clap your hands

(Clap it up one time)

Now get up on your feet

(Stand up...tippy toe)

I beg of you to get up and dance

It's such a crazy kick ass beat

(Yeah)

 

Verse 2:

Very rarely do the poor get opportunities like this

To speak in front of thousands of kids and they listen and shit

Aye!

I run into 'em at the seafood city, catch me at the Jollibee

And tell me that they find a little pride in what I speak

I just tell 'em I'm the same

My mama still ride the bus

My uncle's still smoking stuff

My credit's still fucked up

That's the beginning of ground work

Building on that face to face

And not just on that Facebook, organizing on a Twitter page

Aye, I'm the same, I speak that shit when I'm on stage

But if you knew me you would know that I organize in L.A

Cause I do recognize that music ain't no genuine change

Merely a way to raise the way you thought the game got played

To get you thinking 'bout shit critically

Stop listening and build

Don't just grab a picket sign when that next boy killed

It goes beyond the conscious rap song and I'm out in the field

Rapping cool

But words never break bones, you feel? Uh ha

 

Hook:

Give it up for me please

(Make some noise y'all)

Put your hands in the air

(Nobody move, nobody get hurt ya heard?)

If you know what's good for you

You want to shake it like you just don't care

(Bounce, bounce)

Would you please clap your hands

(Clap it, huh)

Now get up on your feet

(Everybody)

I beg of you to get up and dance

It's such a crazy kick ass beat

(Uh, uh)

 

Verse 3:

Very rarely do the poor get opportu-

Oh I said that

But shit, that shit is real and only my people will get that

So why the fuck in all of Marx's beard would I waste this

Opportunity to speak against what keep us this way?

Money, money over people, I could never be them

Celebrated rapper celebrating killing our kin

Never been, never been I a sucker to a green paper

Cause I'll get it for my fam

I'm a motherfuckin' Raider

Not a motherfuckin' traitor

I am still not a player

But I get fucked on the daily by the president and mayor

By the taxes that I pay up

Now whenever I get sick

I find it cheaper just to update my will then pay a bill

I got friends with three degrees and they as bad off as me

Because of student loans, they got worser credit than me

Yeah

While the U.S. dollar be steady devaluing

I don't know what that says to y'all but that's slavery to me

Goodnight!



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