Blow It Up

Blow up...nah, fuck blowin' up,

the system's 'bout to blow up,

fuck the payroll, J. Cole goin' in,

check it, yo, hell

 

Motherfuckers, growin' up, I knew y'all cocksuckers,

those rich kids on the block, but y'all could not touch us,

and y'all called the police on us, had the cops cuff us,

for standin' in that building, it was raining, Glock busters,

was bangin' in they gangs, slangin', hangin', clock hustlers,

dealing crack and weed and shake, drop blockbusters,

but fuck that shit, 'cuz now y'all feel the rock bottom,

all those years we was broke, now y'all got problems,

and why the troubles, struggles, brothers on the block got 'em,

y'all rooted out and snitched on that dealer, cops shot him,

he was probably just providing and grindin' on the slide,

y'all was spineless, out your mind, thought you had a free ride,

and if niggas was smokin' weed, jail? Stay all day out,

y'all got caught with marijuana, and could pay y'all way out,

you see that shit ain't fair, those moments weren't funny,

reflect back on the past and now the future, we got money,

blow up, bitch we 'bout to po' up like Edgar Allen,

to all the wack emcees bring it, are you up to challenge?

Beaten up, I had my nose lookin' Rudolf, rage,

was deep inside my inner soul, and I got booed off stage,

at the Blackstarr performing with Malik and the crew,

the white boy kicked some ass, what I needed to do,

still we were stuck in a loop, friends up in the crew,

thought we was gangsta tough, had something to prove,

but fuck that shit, man, y'all know we fucking with you,

is what I'd say to the adults, we had nothing to lose,

when the thug is actin' rough as rugs, runnin' wild,

and not a stud, spillin' blood, think about him as a child,

now look inside the picture and that shit will be clearer,

strike fear inside Middle America 'cause they mirrors,

so fuck the safety net and welfare, and all that,

hypocritics blowin' up, we blowin' up, y'all fall back,

seein' all the faces of the hood in the new stand,

automatic criminals because they from food stamps,

of course a nigga shoots up and it's an endless cycle,

when you flood the streets with crack and hand 'em all a rifle,

so tell me, all you scientists, why is it that elements,

of cocaine are proven to be attracted to melanin,

might be a coincidence, insulting my intelligence,

maybe binding chemical reactions just ain't relevant,

maybe system's rigged for the top and for the elegant,

and I hate to be a racist but it's Jews and I tell 'em this,

make niggas all the victims, in the hood as the gutter trash,

same as them crackers in the country, ain't the upper class,

but make them poor crackers just hate the minority,

and a put a War on Drugs for the niggas front priority,

but hell, you know the story, it's explained in detail,

kikes at the top, crackers and niggas workin' retail,

those rich white kids, they're attracted to the media,

don't need that other shit, don't give into what they're feedin' ya,

fuck the Nation of Islam, but Black Panthers jeopardized,

and make the KKK spew the venom they don't recognize,

and now it's like a game, chess boards that we claim to,

different sides, same lives, then wonder why they hate you,

meanwhile don't care about the slavery, jot 'em off,

and say there ain't no crackers, and the worst was the Holocaust,

and put some rich white men in suits to send some letters,

when they ain't in touch with they own people, don't know better,

call this anti-Semitic and racist, don't give a fuck,

y'all won't listen up and so it's time to open this up,

so I'm screamin' "fuck the system", y'all debatin' my views,

when y'all would be the same with just a day in my shoes,

and if you ghetto, then you gonna see your face in the news,

payin' my dues, I'm just a simple kid who's playin' my blues,

while I see these sell-out rappers all up on the TV,

judging books by they covers but y'all trying to read me,

so anger builds up at all this shit, while the people judge,

brandin' me a criminal but all I want is peace and love,

and build the ghetto stairways to heaven, for the streets above,

it's all a dream, kings reign supreme, can't release the dove,

damn