This is a song about "Grannys carrying watermelons then smashing them into their skulls and getting a concusion and dying"

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Take a blade out and bring them to their knees

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Discriminated housing and then took away their fathers,

And get them back on their ships

They bringing me fish and chips

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Them to the pigs while their alive and hang them by leads

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

And then comes their downfall.

So fuck em' all

The life, and the way! go into the unknown and make it more then a cliche!

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way