Can't Truss It -Ridenhour-Robertz-Gary G-Wiz-Deppe Lyrics

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		Bass in your face
		Not an eight track
		Gettin' it good to the wood
		So the people
		Give you some a dat
		Reactin' to the fax
		That I kick and it stick
		And it stay around
		Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
		Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
		Ain't givin' it up
		So turn me loose
		But then again I got a story
		That's harder than the hardcore
		Cost of the holocaust
		I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
		I know
		Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
		From the base motherland
		The place of the drum
		Invaded by the wack diddie wack
		Fooled the black, left us faded
		King and chief probably had a big beef
		Because of dat now I grit my teeth
		So here's a song to the strong
		'Bout a shake of a snake
		And the smile went along wit dat
		Can't truss it
		Kickin' wicked rhymes
		Like a fortune teller
		'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
		Where everybody at
		Divided and sold
		For liquor and the gold
		Smacked in the back
		For the other man to mack
		Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory
		Little Rock where they be
		Dockin' this boat
		No hope I'm shackled
		Plus gang tackled
		By the other hand swingin' the rope
		Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew
		The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
		Man to the man, each one so it teach one
		Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
		One love who said it
		I know Whodini sang it
		But the hater taught hate
		That's why we gang bang it
		Beware of the hand
		When it's comin' from the left
		I ain't trippin' just watch ya step
		Can't truss it
		An I judge everyone, one by the one
		Look here come the judge
		Watch it here he come now
		I can only guess what's happ'nin'
		Years ago he woulda been
		The ships captain
		Gettin' me bruised on a cruise
		What I got to lose, lost all contact
		Got me layin' on my back
		Rollin' in my own leftover
		When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's
		90 F--kin' days on a slave ship
		Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time
		Blood in the wood and it's mine
		I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain
		Like my brain bein' chained
		Still gotta give it what I got
		But it's hot in the day, cold in the night
		But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive
		Attitude boils up inside
		And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)
		Still I pray to get my hands 'round
		The neck of the man wit' the whip
		3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass
		To signify
		Owned
		I'm on the microphone
		Sayin' 1555
		How I'm livin'
		We been livin' here
		Livin' ain't the word
		I been givin'
		Haven't got
		Classify us in the have-nots
		Fightin' haves
		'Cause it's all about money
		When it comes to Armageddon
		Mean I'm getting mine
		Here I am turn it over Sam
		427 to the year
		Do you understand
		That's why it's hard
		For the black to love the land
		Once again
		Bass in your face
		Not an eight track
		Gettin' it good to the wood
		So the people
		Give you some a dat
		Reactin' to the fax
		That I kick and it stick
		And it stay around
		Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
		Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
		Ain't givin' it up
		So turn me loose
		But then again I got a story
		That's harder than the hardcore
		Cost of the holocaust
		I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
		I know
		Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
		From the base motherland
		The place of the drum
		Invaded by the wack diddie wack
		Fooled the black, left us faded
		King and chief probably had a big beef
		Because of dat now I grit my teeth
		So here's a song to the strong
		'Bout a shake of a snake
		And the smile went along wit dat
		Can't truss it
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