Released on July 12, 2024

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[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