Muggs, Method Man, KRS-1, KAM Bulworth Lyrics

Bulworth Soundtrack

Prodigy, KRS 1, Method Man, Kam
Produced by Muggs

(Prodigy)
Disagreeable foul energy
Tryin to absorb my energy
Knowin its the strength of me
Take a few to give me your ears
My green light shine bright
Kryptonite tight
Fully operational my physical clean
Put the bottles and smoke down
Pick up a magazine
Pop it inside the AR 15
Put it aside round up the regime
While you rely on religion
I hold a 9 on a mission
To pour fire on yall position
Revelation was the vision of this
Crack the heavens
Its time to bring the business
s___ my story goes back to the Mars pyramids
I seen things that you wont believe exist
And yous a lunatic
Suspended in time dunn
A secondary light got your mind
You rock the fatigues subscribin to the popular guns
But are you really prepared for the things to come?

(KRS 1)
True underground sound from the boogie down
Uptown downtown
Gather round for the showdown
Inmate faces callin out these races
Had rolling stone spin details in other places
KRS is the source
f___ these magazines leadin hip hop off course
You print about black mayors black senators
Why you aint got no black editors
Every time i do an interview in rolling stone
They sendin me a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant to the culture and the microphone
This has got to stop
Your whole spot is blown sky high
Battle why try
My view is birds eye
Scopin with my third eye
You dont understand why your publicly banned
Until you recognize the writing skills of a black man
Black editor
All of us aint thuggin
Gossipin over whos h___sexual
Some of us are black intellectuals
Up in harlem world
You cant get with me
So now in midtown you wanna stop and talk to me
b____ a__ journalist
Is this your fake hip hop publication
Look I'm burnin this

(Method Man)
How many didnt want to see it happen
Street moves live from Staten (lyric supplied by stkifingaz@aol.com)
If life is a joke nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do good through legal action
So your sabotagin
Throwin def in the squad
Four fours blastin
Keep the po po flashin
These dark soul a__asins
Jakes hate the Gods with a passion
So i keep it movin in an orderly fashion
Pedal to the floor
Peep the Jim Crow law
My control theory
Y'all n____s dont hear me
Generation X droppin fast whos next
Next to get wet by the rain of the tec
Knowledge follow me
Open up wide now
Swallow me every calorie
In reality the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
Taste is the proof
These n____s want the juice
And in the crossfire be the youth
Who didnt learn to duck when they shoot

(Kam)
What kind of party is this
Its that political kind
Where americas best most hypocritical minds
Try their hands at keeping yall deaf dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign Blacks do white collar crime
Behind suits and clean shades
I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations
I robs the d___ nation
So I can live in luxury
You f___s with me
You marryin the dirt and ima throw in the tux for free
I tell the people what they want to hear
I make em laugh and cheer
And then they re elect me every year
So when the coast is clear I stop duckin
And start back doin dope cussin and f___in
I kiss the babies shake hands
Wave and smile for flicks
Thats my style
Of poli-tricks
Triple 6 convicts lyin is automatic
In the government Republican or Democratic
f___ freedom justice and equality
n____ just accept my apology
And suck this tricknology

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