Ignorance Is Bliss

Lord forgive me

[Verse 1:]

Kill him where he stand or stand over him shake his hand

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block

And blam I ain't backing down for nothing

I'm a back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Better pray that this chopper jam, like a radio single, man

Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner,

Coroners comfort your mama, mama he's dead,

The next morning high toasted up with my homies

We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh

You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton

Ask me what I have accomplished

I don't know I don't have conscience

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies I'm head hunting

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Protect ya neck cause they comin' for set respects split your onion

Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics

Cause ignorance is bliss

[Verse 2:]

This the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far

And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off

We all tryna ball and when I got the rock I'll dish off

Until the day I pistol whip you posers till ya'll pissed off

Then peel off, in a hooptie

Come back and make these niggas wanna shoot me

And they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me

Indubitably I'm too street

Indubitably I'm a do me

Better than your bitch would

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks

And I'm good

I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm

Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent

No tarot card reading I'm foreseeing you niggas vanish

Not only from the rap game, I'm including the planet

Cats so watered down clowns can sink Titanic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Apparently you a parrot

Mocking me and my blueprint

But I won't share it just make you cop it then call you a sheriff

Stop it, I'm hearin' the comments

The critics are calling me conscious

But truthfully, every shooter be callin' me Compton

So truthfully, only calling me Kweli and Common?

Proves, that ignorance is bliss

[Verse 3:]

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far

And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off

This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball

And they wonder why these California earthquakes hit so hard

I'm so-Cal, you so called

Rappers need to go call

Ghostbusters to shoot busters I'm Casper when I go off

I show up, to show out to show off

You a hundred percent behind me

And if you hard then wreck your car and walk up to my crime scene

I remember being 17 wishing someone would sign me

Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me

Backin' down boggins

Backin' down bitches

We gon' flip her once she off that blue dolphin

You gon' tip her

Cause ignorance is bliss

And Willy B I'm a fool on yo beats, I bleed out the speaker

As the speaker that spoke when they done speak