Action Figures

hat down world, the good feeling, what's hood with it (hood with it)

I spit it for each his on

My images stay in the hood like the reaper's skull

It's all good in the hood long as we get on

Know how I felt the cops came in and said my uncle's missing

Thought they was lying, couldn't bear to listen

A victim of chronic alcoholism and

Now he's buried under the hood like transmissions

So, the speculators are record breaking

Until they take my breath away feather weight niggas levitate

There's got to be a better way

And they ain't running on treadmills when they running to get rid of the extra weight

Same concept though, they just run in place

No progress, you always see the same faces

Over and over the cops pulling you over

To make sure they filling their quota

Like they your brother that's pulling you over and harassing you

Flick-flash light flashing you, night stick bashing you

And then asking you if you sell drugs or shoot like rappers do

That's the image we was giving, didn't like it from beginning

Cuz the records that we spinning disrespectful to our women

Can't say I'm not involved cuz they say I am a dog

That's one of my biggest flaws but that was all I was taught

That's all that I know

And it's hard to disregard like sleeping with one eye closed

No doze, no sleep cuz there's foes on the street

Vice Lords, Latin Kings, unknowns on the street

And there's mo's on the street

Gd's Bd's Sd's on the street

God forbid when they meet

Po-pos on the street

Crooked cops is the biggest gang on the block patrolling the streets

Young Anakin is at it again

Skywalker, please that's what you can call me

While you trying to pose hard like mannequin men

Fully poseable arms with no kung-fu grip

Cuz you a doll not an action figure

Cuz you don't want action nigga

Don't ask for the dap, yo

Got to make it to the top floor

Cuz you know that I came from a grass growth

Watch and my cap low, itch it, scratch yo

Master said niggas got to come in through the back door

Guess what black folks

If you ain't auditioning for a snail movie u ain't got to act slow

I got too much too lose

Yo it's like T-bones on top shelves, the stakes is high

I let it drizzle on your brain like the filling when it rain

Take the symbol with the flame, the gold with the heat

With the timid in the lane and the bowl with the meat

The good with the bad, take the happy and the sad

That's what I call life, put it all in a bag

And what do we have, dude

It's like a scripture from Matthews

Bide my time unwind the twist tie and throw it back at you/achoo

Like you sneeze from your spine, when you breathe from behind

I'm a let you do you if you let me do mine

So please do recline and enjoy the show