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[Verse 1: The Jacka]
I'm thugged out enough to beat your fucking ass right now
I'll make your best rap wack with a rap right now
'Cause I'm
of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
Yeah!
Come on!

The militant poet in once again, check it
It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending
of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
Yeah!
Come on!

The militant poet in once again, check it
It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
Yeah!
Come on!

The militant poet in once again, check it
It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Yeah!
Come on!
The militant poet in once again, check it

It's
rain, sleet, or hail
'Cause I'm a top flight, hold ya tight, get ya there by daylight
Do you right overnight male

I know your heart is fragile
So
mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent
mind the way you act cause ya bound to get whacked
If you try to attack the true leader of the pack
The cards have been stacked and its time to face
to tell you before
But you made your move too soon

Now I'm gonna play!
All right, now I'm just going to tell you one more thing
Well, I've been from
back and chill till I play my cards.
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line
Play ya cards, don't get outta
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
you do it mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
My mother used to tell me
That nice boys don't play rock 'n roll
And I guess she was right
'Cause I'm a crazy fuck who's on the Rolley
We're
Here we go again, it's the game we love
Sheets all over the floor and they laced with drugs
You ain't play your cards right, you had the Ace of Clubs
in the chamber 

For the jackas and the dope fiends 

Fools come short get rowdy 

Kick down doors 

Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
'Till ya getcha play off, offence might blitz so you keep ya sawed-off

Young niggaz stay strapped

Trapped up so you don't get wrapped up in a body bag,
them sad songs anymore
Oh please don't play me no more heavies Leroy
If you do, I'm gonna walk right out the door

Well I had to park my car out back,
My
And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got
kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on ma ride
I got front back, and side to side
Then I let the alpine play (play)
Pumpin' new shit by nwa
walked in.

The kinda lady who drives you crazy
Can make a man do anything
So play your cards right this could be your night
I know this time its
was it
That from zip-locks with two tops is a nick
He said, “Play your cards right son, and stay on your shit”
He said, “The streets stay watchin’, I
of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
Yeah!
Come on!

The militant poet in once again, check it
It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending