Lyrics Hollow Way - Black Thought , El Michels Affair

Uh, and when the hawk out, you know to watch what you talk 'bout
Them marks is not about pride and if you was outside
You made it home before it was dark out
To play the couch with pop-pop, the smart route
'Cause it's not for hopscotch when that chalk out
And it's not the pop-lock when they dance on you
It ain't a pat on the back when they hands on you and sickin' they mans on you

Times is terrify'
You gotta keep the fear in check like it's verified
Some boys took the respect and some may never try
They said, you never raised your voice and never ride
And they ain't never lied
You couldn't fare through the tolls and snares
You be in people hearts and minds, thoughts and prayers
Leave the street shit there to its rightful heirs
And don't front like a new set of white veneers

Dery, Peter and paintball 'til the debt was cleared
You had to let a low lamb take flight in the ear
Or prolly loosen the kick drums, tighten the snares
I'm tryna take food from wolves and fightin' with bears
Who'da bid the sight of blood get you light in the head?
You would cry, "Help" and play police might interfere
Stay with the angels, walk like Egyptian

The Bengals and scripts gettin' flipped, the whole hood on angles
A significant amount of trauma will change you
The "Keep gettin' in and out of drama" will drain you
For what it's came to, I ain't gon' say that I blame you
When you angry, ain't no management to complain to
When a personal hell is uniquely spelled
Out of shotgun shells from a DP-12
Is it the monster from within or nine-inch nails
That make us constantly defend or hurt ourselves?
Aha

And when it's brick out, you know to slow down your big mouth
'Cause niggas be in the cut with guns as big enough
To huff, then puff, then blow down the brick house
The sight's make you submit and cash your chips out
Extendos are so long, it sticks out
Some big row swore they was built then bitched out
Some Cub Scout caps was spilt to get clout
And then they switched routes

'Cause when it all spiral out of control
No mistake, you gotta shake, break, rattle, and roll
And when the snake stick his fake head out of the hole
He gettin' clipped when the state says he not on parole
I seen cats in the cab with the gats in the bag
Pull up on you smokin' a shore, then ask for a drag
Then attack you for bad, do a snatch, then a stab
Then collapse through the cracks like rats in a lab
It's wild

We've got to stop