Текст песни Malcolm - Ghostface Killah

"So they try and project the image, to the public"

(Uhh)

"That this, this is being done by THIEVES and thieves alone!"

(Speak brother Malcolm, speak)

"And they ignore the fact that no, this is not thievery alone"

(True indeed)

"It's a, It's a corrupt, vicious, hypocritical, system

That has CASTRATED the black man

And the only way the black man can get back at it

Is to strike it in the only way he knows how"

(Audience claps)

A-yo

I'm like Malcolm, out the window with the joint

Hoodied up, blood in my eye, I let two fly like fuck it!

(Two gunshots)

Look how these niggas duck shit

One kid hollerin', "What!", lookin' up, he the big wig

Fake ass cat, low life, sodomized mind

Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread, sell 'em as dimes

His feet hurt, networkin', he get no work

Yo, smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth

Yo, he sucked his thumb, Slew footed kid, laced with the pink gums

Stuntin' to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run

Plus he ill on the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man

Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front

Pigeon-toed Tyler's sister with the fat ass

Show hash for Hines up the block, plus he smashed her

Big Buck did him somethin' deadly, act premeditated

Buck 60 strike was the medley

Nice like Van Halen, seen him at The Tunnel with his skin peelin'

Did two days, thought he was jailin'

You get close, look at his hands

That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' 'bout "The cuffs did it"

He bantam weight, frontin' majorly

Eyes like Sammy Davis Jr., rounded off with a fade, G

He sport the Bob Hope classics, ran-down Asics

K-mart, the short sleeve shit be the basics

He eat hams, shitted on hisself twice

Big-hatted Jews rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights

Yo, let me tell you how the game go

We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes

Tony wants the streets back, fo' sho'

Too many hustlers, too many thieves

We're fuckin' up, who's willin' to fight and teach the seeds?

Too much TV, guns and robberies

Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy

Yo, I-Cham punched Mase in his face over some bullshit

The other night, they kidnapped his brother, pokin' it with knives

It's rainin', 85 degrees, kinda muggy

One of the nights, they thrown in his face it's real ugly

Yo, we up in Jonesy's posin', all these niggas know me

From fuckin' wit' Un and these niggas, heavy parolees

Yo, we played the speaker

And from a distance, we could see these chains

The P slayed, flat on his chest, was two planes

Ashy hands, yo, no need for rings at all

He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall

Look at Flower, he just came home, he on it like a fuck

Did a dime for holdin' up the guards up in the armored truck

Ten years later, son 280 on the weight tip

He throwin' up six plates plus, he studied Matrix

He's a wally horse, shout it out, sweatin' through his valor

Cock-eyed nigga, back up his neck, he had sores

Sammy eagerly rode up on him

Toxi off the turkey with the joint on him

"Flower, look, his man stood up before him"

The bitches hit the table, Jah king stripped off his cables

Shots went off, Sam'll get a chance to make his debut

Flower grabbed Tiff, his man with the sideburns, hat fell off

We noticed ring-worms, he hid behind Rich

C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled

In the men's room, Poo pistol-whipped Mase and broke the handle

Desperate, crawlin' to the door on all fours

Shim kicked the jukebox, the theme song rode in was "It's Yourz"

Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle, thrashin'

He layin' like a gay model, shoutin' out "Sebastian!"

He smiled with his teeth missin', beggin' for mercy

"No more, God! There's 68 thousand down at pier 3"

Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin'

Cham snatched his flag, four big rocks, enter the dragon

It's over, another story told

Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras