Can't Truss It (Live From Metropolis, London / 2014)

Bass in your face

Not an eight track

Gettin it good to the wood

So the people

Give you some a dat

Reactin to the fax

That I kick and it stick

And it stay around

Pointin to the joint put the buddha down

Goin goin gettin to the roots

Ain't givin it up

So turn me loose

But then again I got a story

That's harder than the hardcore

Cost of the holocaust

I'm talin bout the one still goin on

I know

Where I'm from not dum diddie dum

From the base motherland

The place of the drum

Invaded by the wack diddie wack

Fooled the black left us faded

King and chief probably had a big beef

Because of dat now I grit my teeth

So heres a song to the strong

Bout a shake of a snake

And the smile went along wit dat

Can't truss it

Kickin wicked rhymes

Like a fortune teller

Cause the wickedness done by jack

Where everybody at

Divided and sold

For liquor and the gold

Smacked in the back

For the other man to mack

Now the story that I'm kickin is gory

Little rock where they be

Dockin this boat

No hope I'm shackled

Plus gang tackled

By the other hand swingin the rope

Wearin red white and blue jack and his crew

The guys authorized beat down for the brown

Man to the man each one so it teach one

Born to terrorize sisters and every brother

One love who said it

I know whodini sang it

But the hater taught hate

That's why we gang bang it

Beware of the hand

When its comin from the left

I ain't trippin just watch ya step

Can't truss it

An I judge everyone one by the one

Look here come the judge

Watch it here he come now

I can only guess whats happnin

Years ago he woulda been

The ships captain

Gettin me bruised on a cruise

What I got to lose lost all contact

Got me layin on my back

Rollin in my own leftover

When I roll over I roll over in somebody elses

90 f kin days on a slave ship

Count em fallin off 2 3 4 huned at a time

Blood in the wood and its mine

I'm chokin on spit feelin pain

Like my brain bein chained

Still gotta give it what I got

But its hot in the day cold in the night

But I thrive to survive I pray to God to stay alive

Attitude boils up inside

And that ain't it

Think I'll every quit

Still I pray to get my hands round

The neck of the man wit the whip

3 months pass they brand a label on my a*s

To signify

Owned

I'm on the microphone

Sayin 1555

How I'm livin

We been livin here

Livin ain't the word

I been givin

Havent got

Classify us in the have nots

Fightin haves

Cause its all about money

When it comes to armageddon

Mean I'm getting mine

Here I am turn it over sam

427 to the year

Do you understand

That's why its hard

For the black to love the land

Once again

Bass in your face

Not an eight track

Gettin it good to the wood

So the people

Give you some a dat

Reactin to the fax

That I kick and it stick

And it stay around

Pointin to the joint put the buddha down

Goin goin gettin to the roots

Ain't givin it up

So turn me loose

But then again I got a story

That's harder than the hardcore

Cost of the holocaust

I'm talin bout the one still goin on

I know

Where I'm from not dum diddie dum

From the base motherland

The place of the drum

Invaded by the wack diddie wack

Fooled the black left us faded

King and chief probably had a big beef

Because of dat now I grit my teeth

So heres a song to the strong

Bout a shake of a snake

And the smile went along wit dat

Can't truss it