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Malcolm
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anita Poree
Anita Poree
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Jerry Peters
Jerry Peters
Songwriter
Vance Branch
Vance Branch
Songwriter
RZA
RZA
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Choo
Choo
Producer
RZA
RZA
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Gabe Chiesa
Gabe Chiesa
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

"So they try and project the image, to the public" (Uhh) "That this, this is being done by THIEVES and thieves alone!" (Speak brother Malcolm, speak) "And they ignore the fact that no, this is not thievery alone" (True indeed) "It's a, It's a corrupt, vicious, hypocritical, system That has CASTRATED the black man And the only way the black man can get back at it Is to strike it in the only way he knows how" (Audience claps) A-yo I'm like Malcolm, out the window with the joint Hoodied up, blood in my eye, I let two fly like fuck it! (Two gunshots) Look how these niggas duck shit One kid hollerin', "What!", lookin' up, he the big wig Fake ass cat, low life, sodomized mind Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread, sell 'em as dimes His feet hurt, networkin', he get no work Yo, smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth Yo, he sucked his thumb, Slew footed kid, laced with the pink gums Stuntin' to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run Plus he ill on the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front Pigeon-toed Tyler's sister with the fat ass Show hash for Hines up the block, plus he smashed her Big Buck did him somethin' deadly, act premeditated Buck 60 strike was the medley Nice like Van Halen, seen him at The Tunnel with his skin peelin' Did two days, thought he was jailin' You get close, look at his hands That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' 'bout "The cuffs did it" He bantam weight, frontin' majorly Eyes like Sammy Davis Jr., rounded off with a fade, G He sport the Bob Hope classics, ran-down Asics K-mart, the short sleeve shit be the basics He eat hams, shitted on hisself twice Big-hatted Jews rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights Yo, let me tell you how the game go We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes Tony wants the streets back, fo' sho' Too many hustlers, too many thieves We're fuckin' up, who's willin' to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy Yo, I-Cham punched Mase in his face over some bullshit The other night, they kidnapped his brother, pokin' it with knives It's rainin', 85 degrees, kinda muggy One of the nights, they thrown in his face it's real ugly Yo, we up in Jonesy's posin', all these niggas know me From fuckin' wit' Un and these niggas, heavy parolees Yo, we played the speaker And from a distance, we could see these chains The P slayed, flat on his chest, was two planes Ashy hands, yo, no need for rings at all He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall Look at Flower, he just came home, he on it like a fuck Did a dime for holdin' up the guards up in the armored truck Ten years later, son 280 on the weight tip He throwin' up six plates plus, he studied Matrix He's a wally horse, shout it out, sweatin' through his valor Cock-eyed nigga, back up his neck, he had sores Sammy eagerly rode up on him Toxi off the turkey with the joint on him "Flower, look, his man stood up before him" The bitches hit the table, Jah king stripped off his cables Shots went off, Sam'll get a chance to make his debut Flower grabbed Tiff, his man with the sideburns, hat fell off We noticed ring-worms, he hid behind Rich C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled In the men's room, Poo pistol-whipped Mase and broke the handle Desperate, crawlin' to the door on all fours Shim kicked the jukebox, the theme song rode in was "It's Yourz" Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle, thrashin' He layin' like a gay model, shoutin' out "Sebastian!" He smiled with his teeth missin', beggin' for mercy "No more, God! There's 68 thousand down at pier 3" Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin' Cham snatched his flag, four big rocks, enter the dragon It's over, another story told Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras Yo, let me tell you how the game go We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes Tony wants the streets back, fo' sho' Too many hustlers, too many thieves We're fuckin' up, who's willin' to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy "So they try and project the image, to the public" "That this, this is being done by THIEVES and thieves alone!" "And they ignore the fact that no, this is not thievery alone" "It's a, It's a corrupt, vicious, hypocritical, system That has CASTRATED the black man And the only way the black man can get back at it Is to strike it in the only way he knows how" (Audience claps)
Writer(s): Jerry Peters, Anita Poree, Dennis David Coles, Vance Chancey Branch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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