"It's the shit"

[Verse One: Bambu]

This is unemployment rap music

Get used to it

Go rob a bank to it

Foreclose your house to it

You see it coming wanting shit you could do about it

And like a train wreck, instead of running

Y'all just crowd around it

And talk about it like y'all ain't a part of it

Like all this 99% talk is fucking foreign

I'm from L.A. where our gangs run everything

Shit could get resolved if the cops stopped meddling

A reckoning is coming you could put that on my hood

Fuck the count holmes

I measure bullets by the foot

Soul Assassins, Sick Jacken, Big Bam' baarratt

I better hear pistols popping, where my sister's at?

She can't hold a pistol, tell her, "keep walking"

Somebody who gon' teach my kids how to fire a rocket

While you out making a radio hit

Homie I make this and "it's the shit"

[Scratch Hook]

"Be ready from the get go, blaow, y'all hear my shit go" - Outkast 'Ain't No Thang'

"It's the shit"

"Swift with the shit like bullet's trajectory" - Gang Starr 'Brainstorm'

"It's the shit"

"Be ready from the get go, blaow, y'all hear my shit go" - Outkast 'Ain't No Thang'

"It's the shit"

"The shit that I'm saying make sure it's heard" - Ice Cube 'Ghetto Bird'

"It's the shit"

[Verse Two: Sick Jacken]

They call it number two

Dookie

It's what you put into Pookie

Light it up and inhale that shit

Get your motherfucking psycho on, sell that shit

But keep money in a shoe box so you bail out quick

Pimp, a bit of hood advice, given by the big homie

He told me always put a rubber over your cannoli

You're gonna have a drink, never have it by your lonely

And if you're gonna rep, make sure it's your side only

Uh huh

Cause hood hoppers end up Jimmy Hoffas

Yep, good coppers all [?] papa

Shit

Pop rappers all Cyndi Laupers

We drop shit, even constipation can't stop us

Yeah, it's that chicano and Penoi rap

All that other bullshit, you can just avoid that

Raw sound waves now turn into a noise trap

That's why I can't wait for Big Duke to get his voice back

[Scratch Hook]

[Verse Three: Bambu]

This is come-across-the-border music

And start looting

Tear down a wall to it

Or cut a fence to it

Undocumented students?

This government is stupid

To think that chickens ain't home like, "Fuck Houston"

This execution shooting, line 'em up and drop 'em

Mexicans/El Salvadorians let's get it poppin'

Central South America and out in Cuba too

"My boricua tieno's" ready to bust a move

In Begantas with a gas mask on

And black hoodies

Rest In Power Trayvon

I remember suckas in high school days

Getting punked in the quad, afraid to catch a fade

Then they graduate and join the L.A.P.D

Then I see 'em in the street...(hahaha)

Me and Knowledge just laugh blowing smoke out the whip

Can't turn the music down pig "It's the shit"

"Niggas still trippin' off the shit I said last year" - Ice Cube 'Get Off My Dick And Tell Your Bitch To Come Here'