Текст песни Haiku D'Etat - Haiku D'Etat
(Aceyalone:)
It's
not
a
problem
that
I
can't
fix
'Cause
I
can
do
it
with
my
bag
of
tricks
They're
playing
for
keeps
and
for
kicks
But
they're
building
with
popsicle
sticks
instead
of
bricks
The
time
ticks,
the
atmosphere
gets
thick
I
breathe
in,
it
makes
me
sick
to
my
stomach
If
you
got
any
kind
of
fix
I
want
it
Sometimes
I
think
the
attic's
haunted
But
it's
not,
it's
just
me
So
I
keep
strutting
and
keep
pushing
my
buttons
But
I'm
not
about
to
be
pushed
over
the
edge
I
made
this
pledge
Not
by
you,
my
brother
or
by
Sister
Sledge
Now
I
know
that
I'm
not
your
boss
And
I'm
not
trying
to
floss
or
come
across
lost
I
wipe
the
frost
until
the
glass
is
clear
And
I
exhaust
the
possibilities
of
showing
fear
'Cause
the
bigger
the
scare,
the
heavier
the
tear
And
the
wetter
the
drop
and
then
you
flood
the
crops
And
we
just
don't
want
to
be
flooded
We
cut
it
when
we
can't
cut
it
we
strutted
we
stay
budded
up
We
keep
it
up
and
cut
it
up
until
we
gotta
shut
up
(Chorus
x2:)
Haiku
D'Etat,
make
my
music
for
the
people
who
wanna
get
down
Abstract
Rude:
It
ain't
a
lunch
time
I
like
to
miss
I
ain't
a
punch
line
type
lyricist
And
if
you
had
beef
you'd
fight
with
your
fists
My
people
suffer
from
lack
of
knowledge
and
righteousness
Streets
so
wild
we
developed
a
frown
And
a
keen
sense
for
knowing
when
it's
going
down
Play
it
cool
Say
some
shit
that
surprise
me,
my
face
don't
change
Serious
'bout
them
chips
like
a
poker
game
I
come
frequently
like
these
Oakland
trains
I
freestyled
it
in
a
show
and
never
wrote
it
the
same
Aaron
Pointer
came
to
reign
and
say
something
Eddie
Hayes
stays
a
little
ways
from
me
The
west
side
combination
is
legendary
Home
studios,
cause
by
any
means
necessary
Completed
projects
is
my
productivity
Gimme
food
smoke
and
electricity
And
if
the
power
is
ever
cut
off
I
got
a
generator
up
in
the
loft
To
stay
energized,
my
music
finds
a
way
To
survive
through
the
times
and
with
the
kinds
today
L.A.,
what
a
wild
place
to
be
Styles
by
Ab,
Mike
Troy,
and
A.C.E.
(Chorus)
(Mikah
9:)
Indeed,
indeed,
Haiku
De
Tat
what
we
could
do
witcha'
Men
at
peace
for
y'all
to
call
entities
Quicker
on
the
draw
the
sickest
thing
that
you
ever
saw
So
for
all
our
trees
grow
and
grows
in
my
backyard
Remember
me,
sometimes
I
like
to
act
hard
That's
just
it,
it's
an
act
but
don't
confuse
that
If
you
choose
to
chit
chat
with
a
mack
fully
packed
You're
bruised,
black,
blue
and
blurple
You'd
never
get
a
chance
to
bust
back
I
don't
have
to
be
rappin'
or
dancin'
in
a
circle
To
make
the
people
react
I
could
be
enjoying
the
b-boying
I'm
already
on
the
map
and
made
my
money
living
fat
No
need
to
profile
and
flash
stacks
I'm
way
past
that
Master
Card
and
a
little
cash
for
snacks
Munchies,
after
partaking
from
breaking
nugs
Down
out
of
fat
bud
stash
stacks
Ahh,
I
do
my
floor
work
on
linoleum
Exploring
the
crevices
of
my
woman's
ass
crack
I
rhymin'
in
the
SF
studio
on
Napoleon
And
I
really
love
this
jazz
track
I'm
running
game
now
I'mma
win
I'm
on
my
last
lap
You
wanna
dance
with
me?
Fast
tap
chance
jacking
for
ASCAPs,
checks,
advance
And
that's
wack,
I
mash
back
(Chorus)
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