Thin Line Between Law & Rape

It′s our mess, AIDS
Let's look back to the motherland
(...In your age, but a wedding gift)
(The prestige of the white man)
(That means everything you stand for, and it is the only weapon you two will have)
(Prestige, that is enough to deserve you)
(Yes, sir)
(And I′ll try to remember, if you-)
Right, right, right, right, right

Ya took me from a place
Where my race didn't matter
And gathered up bodies
Without choice

So I rather
Pass my opinion back
Run ya over
With my rack and 'pinion

Never stop the engine
For what my fathers did to the Indian
North and South America
Plus the Caribbean

I got a vendetta
′Cause I know better
Better come right out black than a stereotype white
No cash flow without work

I′m talkin' ′bout the past
You busted our ass
Now you afraid 'cause I never got paid
Now sucka jump
No, you can′t take whatcha want

You can't take whatcha want
′Cause ya took whatcha want
Can't get away 'cause we got it on tape (millions and millions of)
You can′t take whatcha want (people)
′Cause ya took whatcha want
Thin line between law and rape

Man you know me good and then you losin' me to it
All the good things in life, I man appreciate
There′s a thin line, a thin line between love and hate
Thin line, a thin line between law and rape
No see me do it, and your final say me do it
Ooh, I run things, watch the church and state
Thin line, a thin line between love and hate
Thin line, a thin line between law and rape

You can't take whatcha want
Don′t ya know
We ain't got nothing left
′Cause you took the rest

We ain't got jazz, rock
Rappin' the lose
With a few fat ladies left singin′ da blues
Go abracadabra to make
A wish I can mess with

Wonder why I′m under
'Neath a crew I can′t get with
I never knew land was an acquisition
BS from the best man in position
Come again with it
And get hit like a punk
No, you can't take whatcha want

You can′t take whatcha want
'Cause ya took whatcha want
Can′t get away 'cause we got it on tape
You can't take whatcha want
′Cause ya took whatcha want
Thin line between law and rape

You can′t take whatcha want
'Cause ya took whatcha want
Can′t get away 'cause we got it on tape (millions and millions of)
You can′t take whatcha want (people)
'Cause ya took whatcha want
It′s a thin line between law and rape

Life is one road with a lot of sign
I got to make up my mind to get me freedom, yes
Life is one road with a lot of sign
I got to make up my mind to get me freedom, yes (millions and millions of people)

It's a pretty mad thing I want, but I wanna take space
Me want me freedom
Plus all my freedom and vision, I saw the champion
Choke me handsome
Ah them nuh know me, come fi mess up de version
Yes, that the prince, him, him have the backhand
Lyrics when mi think the woman be holdin' from me, man
But some of them wan′ talk but
Me want me freedom

You can′t take whatcha want
I open up the trunk
I see your phony ass
Try to counterfeit funk
From land to land
To sea to sea

All over got the other man
Messin' with me
Took the motherland
Made a slave of my mother and man
I got a good man
Sayin′ goddamn

And to hell with
Back in the days
Unless we go way back
To the black ways
Always
Watch your back
If ya crooked don't front, hell no
You can′t take whatcha want

You can't take whatcha want
′Cause ya took whatcha want
Can't get away 'cause we got it on tape (millions and millions of)
You can′t take whatcha want (people)
′Cause ya took whatcha want
It's a thin line between law and rape

You can′t take whatcha want
'Cause ya took whatcha want
Can′t get away 'cause we got it on tape (millions and millions of)
You can′t take whatcha want (people)
'Cause ya took whatcha want
Thin line between law and rape

No, sister, don't cry
Hear all the things I′m tellin′ people, them say
No, sister, don't cry
Lord of this mercy

Because me fightin′ a war
You know me a the star
Jah be with love
You know me nuh wanna war

But me be dragged down the room
And said it clock like that
Man them just a fight me, chew, me face have scars
Give me me freedom, the champion, I feelin' yo
Give me me freedom, whoa

′Cause me say well upon the lyrics in a different style
But pixy man go think he done me wicked and wild
Me say, "No, sister, don't cry"
Here we go with the num-chuk, yeah, go tell him, say

"No, sister, don′t cry"
Why Polly takes from me? Why?
'Cause me say my, oh my, the people dem ah cry
And the lyrics when me fling them, them cannot deny
Just look up at di sky, Him form ah kill your eye
I know better, this is coming for you and I

Lord of this mercy, it's a thin line
Chuck upon de rhythm, nuh wanna watch on with eye
But if you said him 20, his beer-bobble teeth
Me well upon the lyrics, bad boy a bougie
Me tip-toe, me mek me call me all the town Channel
Your lyrics mek me fling me pon de bag of potion
Me say, "No, sister don′t cry"

Yeah with the rhythm, ciao