Vicks caught in the mix
Tricks for silly rabbits
Inspector Gadget trinkets fools even The Elect
My Uncle Woochie give it groovy, bitch!
Disabuse you of all illusions which
Got you stuck like Chuck and ready to give a team up...
The shit that people do to stay ahead
The ruthlessness of life when its based on Bread
The dough niggss mix to make their batch
But I'm a Low End brother
Another plan you need hatch
And while you doing that, my Residue Game
Will prove you still a vick
Straight Michael P. Lame
Strayed up in the game and all up in the way
Whole Lotta shit to say when they having a good day
But when hood days go left
What's right is in your next move
Show and prove you're schooled with remembrance of the Rules:
You don't work you don't eat
Comprehend Understand discreet
Assed out in the street is no way to be
Why Y'all think its sweet? Asking for a saw buck?
Why Y'all not boosting or working Starbucks until you can do better
Do better or do dirt
That's not an order that's a prediction
Take it for what it's worth
I remember when the syrup and the codeine pills
Invaded the LowEnd to help manage the ills
Harold Washington came and we were ecstatic of that
Equally depressed when the news if his heart attack in office
Man them white folk ain't shit
Ethnic aldermen ganged up to sabotage black Chicago
Who feeling hollow? Broken and filled with sorrow?
Concerned about tomorrow or what scripture to follow?
How about your own? A heartbeat to de-throne clones of mind control froze in inactivity
This not how it should be it could be what you thought
Or worse, to cut the losses stop feeding the animals
The body snatched cannibals drainers of energy
Suckers of vitality and fuckers of mothers
Palestinian brothers: one Arab one Jewish
One lively one bluish from two to the head
Sue them they said
And the world went ape shit
Mix tapes in wet basements trashed with human excrement
That's a deficit in all common decency
Preachers be killing me with
"Ushers, lock the doors"
Park the whores
And water those famished
My Uncle Woochie doing damage while eating cabbage and lentils
Hardly sentimental, let Babylon Fall
Let The LowEnd Don host a LowEnd Telethon!
Or a shot at leviathan
Let devils pick up the pieces
Feed them overly salty pork:
No water.
No refreshments.
This a New Testament. A revival of Prosperity
Sincerely and dearly to make shit better
My Uncle Woochie be a trend setter
