Lyrics Anti-Treaty 1921 - IIIA

Everybody gangsta
Till they fucking not
Funny how the lead
Erases most you pencil dots
You fake this life, at a real cost
Play with me
It'll be your first lost
Cause
Everybody gangsta till
Till they fucking not
Till them sirens flash
And the pigs
Put you on the spot
Truth be told
Most of you just slaves that's bought
(Aww)
I'm Rosharch test
You just another ink blot
When I was growing up
You either copping
Or you got copped
Ain't no Peace, Love
Guardaí ain't gon guard me
Young, black and wild
You bastards try bury me
Walking home from school
Getting stabbed at 13
15... I was stabbing back
Cut you right above your knee
Let's see you if you running track
In fact, tell me how you handle that
Getting clocked from the back
Cause ya skin black
Bumping Clipse
Cause you been backpack
Won't fold like blackjack
But you can't jack my black
Young boy, already pass that
Cop stop on me my way home
Cause she think the that I sell crack
Told her
"I don't sell crack MOTHAFUCKA
I AM IT"
Every project dope
Streets fixed like a
Christmas family
Living in the present
That's a gift for the current
And the wav. is my presence
So you drown in the current
Give a fuck about the past
Concerned with what's occuring
Stream of consciousness
Not a mainstream
Fuck what heard. It's what you hearing

Cause, everybody gangsta till They fucking not
And I ain't gangsta cause I know what shit cost

Everybody gangsta till they Fucking not
Everybody gangsta till they Fucking not
Everybody gangsta till they Fucking not
Everybody, everybody Everybody

Everybody Gangsta till they fucking not
Y'all can't shoot for the moon,
So you get shot
Want all the smoke till they get popped
Mi amor, This Dior can't save us
Money on ya head as a greeting
No hellos, just halos
Lord giveth blood in ya peso
Oh you thought I was gonna
Keep pace slow
No
Life's a bitch
Murder a case she wrote
Black comedy
No punch lines
You the joke
Been ill for some time
Now I'm the antidote
You want another gem
Here's a quote
All that glitters in this life ain't gold
You want soul food?
Get the fork from the road
Straight and narrow
Never quiver
On point like
Tip of an arrow
Ozymand (IA)s a reborn pharaoh
The ghetto othello
Never fellow I was raised fela
When I'm rhyme issa massacre
Galway's finest, living proof
Pressure makes precious Diamonds
Bitch
Imma make a few mill still yell eat the rich
Class solidarity is more than a lick
Speaking of class, it's in session,
In fact lemme let Jester teach you another lesson
This why we never live in the present
Cause every second my p
Presence a present

Black lives are black balloons
They all get popped
Day I go pop
Same day that a pig drop
Fuck you mean
On ya knees
Hands up
Only way my hands up
If you getting uppercuts
You cut one
Mothafucka, then we all cut
You call us apes
So why you shocked
Guerrilla warfare out the gate
Can't put me in a sunken place
Bitch I grew there
Lived there
Never know my place
Been broken
Don't care
If I put the pistol in your mouth
You'd know how the state taste
Lost hope
Unfair
So I'm Anti-Treaty 1921
Only this time
MC got the gun