ฟังเพลงI Stand Accused

I see I'm peeking out ready to rumble

So now I'm speaking out

Against those

That flip the way the story goes

One never knows

Who be flippin the script

Whatever the traitors name

My aim is dunk em like

I'm chris webber

So many phony smilin faces

Traces of slander

Got em comin outta funny places

I had it an hear em

Talkin loud behind my back

What was good for the hood

Is what they say is wack

I take the stabbingrin

When I'm hit

Cause I know the suckas smile

When I leave em

What I'm comin wit

I can't complain about the money

Although the suckas in the back

They talkin sh*t

An laughin like its somethin funny

I aim to make changes

An never change

Unless its for the better

Cause I always been a go better

Clean hustler

Rhyme instead of muscle ya

Born when ya thinkin I'm gone

The terror era is on

I stand accused

To the crews

I paid my dues

I stand accused

I refuse

To stand and lose

I stand accused

To the news

I kick da blues

I stand accussed

I refuse

I hear em talkinwalkin

Behind my back I'm attacked

F**k the knife in the back

Cause it feels like they got an axe

Yeah I can dig it wit a shovel

I never dig dirt wit the devil

Instead I'm on that other level

But I took time to reach down

To help the blackbrown

I never stood around

I hear em talkin behind

My mind

In a ocean of sharks

And a back full a hackmarks

They say I'm fallin off

Yeah they better call it off

get muscle

find another hustle quick

Sick n tired of critics

But I can take a hit

I'm all man

Alley oopin the vocal on jams

But they don't know it

They can blow it

take a puff of dis joint

I see I'm kissin it off the cuff

Behind the back

I'm pullin axes and blades out the armsthe legs

Still my fellas get paid

The terror era is on

F**k a criticf**k f**k a critic

All the f**kin critics

Can get the did dit

All a f**kin critic does is

Draw a f**kin line

Cross a line and dis my rhyme

then they a** is mine

If you find a critic dead

Remember what I said

Who killed a critic

Guess the crew did it

Say paybacks a crazy a** message

Sent to the writers who criticize

They're f**kin wit afreedom fighter

Who raises flags

dragged the klan in bodybags

I hung em up in missisippibum f**k

This is chuck so what the hell

You think I did it for

To open doors from carolina to arkansas

And lemme let em I met em

I told my boys forget em

An what they did got rid of me

Negative

But 94 got stuntsblunts in da mix

I hear the crowd fallin vic

To old ghetto tricks

But if I wasnt your cousin

Wed leave em in the dozens

Of sellin outbellin out

Half pint 40 ounce

Announce to the rest

We had a fall out

I never took a drink

Never took a hit or bribe

Or got spread by what a silly

Rumor said

Never sang or gang banged

Sold out or rented hip hop

Cause I know when to stop