[Verse 1: MRA]

Life it has a song and dance to it

Most that people never pay attention to and

As a result they made some bad moves

In a bad groove in a vast room

Man had created and we participated

While they debated

On how to deal with us

In god we trust

Iraq has attacked it's showing on the map

Signed in the pact as opposites attract

Just like your wife you unhappily married

Now your feelings buried

In the back yard

Feeling like you ought to

Get a divorce but it's a scam of course

She'll take half your shit what kinda shit is this

She wants half your house and half the pot you pissed

In your whole life she want the money cars

Kids the bars

Bros and your clothes

If you had hair you look like Amber Rose now

Them Jordans ain't your style now

All them Levis ain't on your thighs now

I'm talking barrel in the street

Pushing drugs just to make ends meet

The cop'll cap your ass for a dime bag

It ain't Baghdad with the bomb toting

Niggas got to meet the quota

Innocent and guilty never sway the motive

Like my wife when she was cheating in the Focus

In the Benz, hocus pocus

It's a trick get it

She's a slave to her whorish ways

Ain't that far removed from them slavery days

With massa whipping the pastor from the plantation

Service was long a nigga had him waiting

One of the little men ran up to save him

In return they tried to raise him

And celebrate his disrespect broke his neck

Turned around to the rest you can bet

You'll live under us covered up

Shit ain't really different further up

(Yes we can, yes we can)

Except the shits on us

Got to pay the bills

Got to pay for food

Got to get real

Get rude

Cause I'm being robbed of my job

And slobs watch

As I'm pawning my watch it won't stop

Feel there's nothing you can do

Baby boy feeling like he'll make moves

Running them streets them track runner feet

They stomp on the weak but then he catch heat

[Interlude]

[Verse 2: MRA]

Baby boy run them blue bricks

Niggas gaining screaming run that shit

Can't do it on your own when the bullet hit

Bet baby wish he had the Big Stick Diplomacy

Like Roosevelt when he was out there whoring the

Foreign niggas flaunting possibilities

Of us killing the opposer orderly

If he ain't get his way Adolf

Made sure no one survived the bombs missed

Truck open your eyes rolled quick

Soldier stomp on surprise cold grip

Lightning struck in your spine opus

That I chose to unwind

Despite the many deaths before

Like 2Pac Shakur

All eyes were on him Hail Mary

The message he sent hell's scary

This is my descent

Hope you fuck with this

If not then you gained no experience

Want to hear about shit that make no sense

Clean up your act

I know you never want the facts

I know I'm preaching but I got to bring it back

Back to the start before I try to leave

Nigga I'm talking about Adam and Eve

She's the rib of a man

Built from scratch

This ain't my opinion but that's that

Experience is seeing it for what it is

Even if it's wrong that's the way they see it

It's the way it is

It's the way it is

[Outro: MRA]

That was movement one of six

Black Knowledge

I'd like to thank everyone

Ax, Young Finess

The entire Turning Point gang

Symone, Kentro

Chris the Engineer

Shoutout to Black Sands

Bonobo, Ninja Tune

Forever

For life

Soul System Entertainment nigga

I'm gone