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No surprise I'm from a gang bang culture
But we can keep it civil or
Pull a thang thang on ya
Southern California where the sun don't quit
And to generational gangs so son's don't quit
But immediately you see the problems
That's in my city
Is secondary to what's propelling
It in my city i mean really break it down
Take poor black and brown educate 'em poor
Take the jobs from out they town
Then inundate 'em with sedative
Drugs and dumb TV
Locked into a zoo and hunted
Daily by the police
Then you get a group of youth
Who know they don't belong
Then they gather up and organize
And number up strong
But see the failure isn't seeing that
The problem ain't the gang
It's the situation in the
Communities where we hang
So I'm so pro gang it
Might scare a motherfucker
Cause I fix the misconception that
The enemies are brothers

Bang on the setup bang on the setup
Bang on the setup upset the setup
Bang on the setup bang on the setup
Bang on the setup homie we've been setup
I tell 'em i went from a street gang thang
Then I joined a military
Fleet Marine Force thing
From a little bitty gang in
The south of Los Angeles
To dragging bodies outta they house
To help our government
Who hellbent on keeping money
Spent on the missile
Reality's the difference between them
Shit's is little
We had the objective of arming
Up all the money
And they had the objective of
Arming up over money
And we told kids, "Join us, we the truth"
Lies about protecting our block
To get recruit's
Then we found out we getting
Killed for a hood
And we don't own a single speck
Of dirt on that hood
Whether in a zone down south in Decatur
Or in flatlands off of Lennox and La Brea
Or in a low rise project in Chicago
Big money come in and buy up our barrio so

Throw you sets up
We 'bout to upset the setup
We 'bout to upset the setup
Up-upset the setup thr-throw your sets up
We 'bout to upset the setup
U-U-U-Upset the setup up-upset the setup
BGF brothers
The realfreeway Ricky Ross and Chris Dutters
I do my thang for Hoover
I represent for Fort
So my folk and my people
Throw they set to support
Support will mean imagine
She might say the Chi
So maybe next summer no mamas gotta cry
Cause maybe next summer nobody gotta die
Hell, even if we fail, somebody gotta try
The only way the system move
Is somebody gotta lie
And the lie they told us old
They base it on your race
They separate: you black, you brown
You yellow and white face
Then we further separate by
Joining gangs and legislate
That our neighborhoods are now at war
Like we are separate states
So the police occupy our hood to
Keep down all the drama
So the Starbucks they just built
Is comfortable for soccer mamas
And American Apparel comfortable for
All the hipsters
And it's zero tolerance for all
You spics and you niggas
And you chinks and you crackers
And it ain't about who whiter and
It ain't about who blacker
But the money is a factor
And the factor is the factories got
Moved up out da hood
When starvation is present and
Absent is the job a man will simply starve
Or he will form a mob
If you should form a mafia
Then you should think Sicilian
Buy the hood for real, every block
Every building
Every building, feed the children, gang bang
Building feed the children, feed the
Children, gang bang, on the system

Der Totengräber

Schandmaul

Artus

2019

Sammle Gold, sammle Geschmeide, horte Vieh auf deiner Weide
Kleide dich in feines Tuch
Stehts das Wertvollste dir such'
Baue hoch dein Tor, dein Haus, über Flügel rag hinaus
Demonstrier' uns deine Macht mit deinem Zaster, deiner Pracht
Sei der Made gleich im Speck, schnapp dir stehts das größte weg
Sei überheblich, dekadent, ganz gleich welch andre Seele brennt
Und so lebe, schwelge, labe, nimm dir alles, was ich habe
Denn am Ende nur Verdruss
Abgerechnet wird zum Schluss

So tanz' ich den Einen
Tanz' auf den Gebeinen
Die Totengräber-Melodie
Vernimmst du sie, vergisst du nie
Auf deinem Weg ins Niemandsland 
Hast du nix mehr in deiner Hand
Bei deinem letzen Schritt, nimmst du nichts mit

Ich tanz' mit dem Gevatter einen Reigen
Und meine Schütte klopft den Takt dazu
Des Totenackers Pflege ist mein eigen
Dann ist die Erde fest und endlich Ruh

Schleif so manchem Feind das Schloss
Du führst die Krieger hoch zu Ross
Mit blankem Schwert bringst du den Krieg
Erzwingst erbarmungslos den Sieg
Raufst Kinder, Frauen, ganze Länder
Trägst des Herrschenden Gewänder
Spinnst Intrige und Verschwörung
Bringst der ganzen Welt Zerstörung
Machtgier ist schwer unersättlich
Dein Reich erstreckt sich unermesslich
Doch auch dir bleibt nur Verdruss
Abgerechnet wird zum Schluss

So tanz' ich den Einen
Tanz' auf den Gebeinen
Die Totengräber-Melodie
Vernimmst du sie, vergisst du nie
Auf deinem Weg ins Niemandsland 
Hast du nix mehr in deiner Hand
Bei deinem letzen Schritt, nimmst du nichts mit

Ich tanz' mit dem Gevatter einen Reigen
Und meine Schütte klopft den Takt dazu
Des Totenackers Pflege ist mein eigen
Dann ist die Erde fest und endlich Ruh

Falte gütig deine Hände
Sprich zu uns vom Welten Ende
Sprich von Demut und Verzicht
Dich daran halten musst du nicht
Halte uns dumm, halte uns klein
Der zu viel weiß, der will was sein
Wer einer Herde gleich agiert 
Ist leicht geführt und leicht regiert
Doch die falsche Frömmigkeit
Die gespielte Heiligkeit
Bringt doch dir nur den Verdruss
Abgerechnet wird zum Schluss

Ich tanz' mit dem Gevatter einen Reigen
Und meine Schütte klopft den Takt dazu
Des Totenackers Pflege ist mein eigen
Dann ist die Erde fest und endlich Ruh

Und fehlt dem Totenacker mal an Kundschaft
Ist es meine Arbeit dies zu korrigieren
Wer sein Leben lang nur rafft und nur mehr anschafft
Gibt mir Anlass ihn des nachts zu kontaktieren

Finney don’t play just call me when you need me cause you know I’m on the way,
But baby I just wanna say…

You ain’t gotta catch and attitude like that,
Steady hustling for us daily baby tryna get a bag,
You know I gotta get it gotta have something to give when the hands out,
I’ll be back,
You ain’t gotta catch and attitude like that,
Steady hustling for us daily baby tryna get a bag,
My family struggling I gotta help them get up off they ass I need to leave,
But you know that I will be back.

18’s on my Lexus yessir I’m from Texas and I creep and I crawl like a hog I’m a veteran,
I can pick it up and get it hard but I’m selling soft,
Pour a deuce up in a Fanta I don’t think I ever cough,
1200 for a zip or that raw of that cough,
280 pounds no Rick Ross but I’m a boss,
So what it do, I done came down and came through on the scale residue and by the gram how it move,

Broke down a block to a midget,
I done came from nothing to go get it,
Get it with the team and go split it,
That’s just some real nigga business,
Whipping on some crow shit,
And they been on some more shit,
And they been on some hoe shit,
I been on some more shit,
But go and get this doe shit,
I done lost my mind I done lost my mind I don't know where that bitch at,
I think I ran outta love hold up let me check,
Remember selling coke and had to go with every speck,
Punch down niggas got respect in every set,
Bro be like chill you gone blow with this rap,
But watch what you say cause what you rap ain’t no cap,
We ain’t no hoes or no dikes we got straps,
My gun like my stomach that bitch sitting in my lap,

Life hit me hard like a close line,
I was getting recognition with no Co-sign,
My little cousin stand tall and he 4’9,
I know a nigga that done told and got more time,
This the realist shit I never wrote,
Niggas couldn’t see me with a telescope,
Before a bitch leave me I’m a let her go,
Don’t be living in the past we ain’t there no more.

You ain't gotta catch an attitude like that,
Steady hustling for us daily baby tryna get a bag,
You know I gotta get it gotta have something to give when the hands out,
I'll be back,
You ain't gotta catch an attitude like that,
Steady hustling for us daily baby tryna get a bag,
My family struggling, I gotta help them get up off they **** I need to leave,
But you know that I will be back.

18's on my Lexus yessir I'm from Texas and I creep and I crawl like a hog I'm a veteran,
I can pick it up and get it hard but I'm selling soft,
Pour a deuce up in a Fanta I don't think I ever cough,
1200 for a zip or that raw of that cough,
280 pounds no Rick Ross but I'm a boss,
So what it do? I done came down and came through on the scale residue and by the gram how it move,

Broke down a block to a midget, I done came from nothing to go get it,
Get it with the team and go split it, that's just some real **** business,
Whipping on some crow **** and they been on some more ****
They been on some more **** I been on some more ****
But go and get this doe ****

I done lost my mind I don't know where that **** at,
I think I ran outta love hold up let me check,
Remember selling **** and had to go with every speck,
Punch down **** got respect in every set,
Bro be like chill you gone blow with this rap,
But watch what you say cause what you rap ain't no cap,
We ain't no **** or no **** we got straps,
My gun like my stomach that **** sitting in my lap,

Life hit me hard like a close line,
I was getting recognition with no Co-sign,
My little cousin stand tall and he 4'9,
I know a **** that done told and got more time,
This the realist ****I never wrote,
**** couldn't see me with a telescope,
Before a **** leave me I'm a let her go,
Don't be living in the past we ain't there no more.