[Intro: Blu]
And they say
[Chorus: Blu, Blu & Yah-Ra]
It’s where the record labels want you to go jail for more sales
It’s where they sell a woman’s body like property for more sales
It’s where Columbus fell after he found out where the Moors sailed
Where the IRS want you alive cause you can’t pay taxes after you die
(This is hell)
[Verse 1: Blu]
See we been living here for going on two million years
Crammed inside, one life to live and still, you live in fear
Listen here, the ghetto isn’t where the devil lives
Where he fucks his devil bitch and erases his devil kids
No, the ghetto isn’t heaven, hell, high bread where you think
Hell is Beverly Hills depending how how you is
Where they think the black man wins if he’s driving a Beamer
But be thinking a black man bends if he’s driving a Benz
It all depends on the type of shit you like to lick
Like I’ll buy your wife from you, just to make her light my spliff
Roll, lick, light and hit, same thing, riding stick
She rather trick in the cold
Than go home to you and her life with the kids
It’s a shame how a dick can put the bitch in chains
But it blisses to blame, bliss is my name
Ignorance reign supreme, the IRS won
You got fucked out your cheese
Live on the street, still you can’t believe
[Chorus: Blu, Blu & Yah-Ra]
It’s where the record labels want you to go jail for more sales
It’s where they sell a woman’s body like property for more sales
It’s where Columbus fell after he found out where the Moors sailed
Where the IRS want you alive cause you can’t pay taxes after you die
(This is hell)
[Verse 2: Blu]
L.A. got hot as Hell’s Kitchen
Pitchin product that got cooked up by the rock
Doctors got the poles flowing through the block like hot lava
Not a lot of squares end up block scholars
Mama got a baby, now she tryna make me godfather
I would holler at Evidence cause it’s evident
Even if you don’t got a lot of evidence, you know that
L.A. is the place that we represent, some call it the devil’s den
Where lost angels settle in, the city of angels
Life is heaven sent, negative, these residents won’t let you live
Let you give up your whole soul for dead presidents
They lead spreads in every direction to split your melon
In half, for a quick cash settlement for seldom wins
Selfish men will sell their skin in sin for some extra ends
Now they peddling, bags of pestilence is medicine
Til Blacks and the Mexicans turn to heaven and hell again
Someone’s soul is engulfed in flames and no one's helping them
That’s how I know we let the devil in, I’m telling them
[Outro: Propaganda]
Yeah, yo, it’s twisted and ridiculous but I’ve long since accepted it
We celebrate the worst parts of us
Exported our lowest of vibrations and that right there
Was an invitation to lesser demons
Of all things this fertile soil and mortal coils have breathed life into
Somehow, the most potent thing we taught you
Is this bastardized trivialization
Better not let your chain dangle, man
You ain’t from here, you a Angels fan
In the heat dome and climate change, damn it’s hot as hell
It’s still seven thousand prophets who ain’t bowed their knees to bail