We riding low , under the night sky of East Los
Just had run in with death, it came close.
He came up knockin and gang bangin at my front door
To test the best , to see, what I’m really down for
I wasn’t born in the "ghetto?"but know I'm still down
I’ll match you head for head,
pound for pound
Meticulous and methodical go my strategy
Obey the prophecy,
the key to the industry
Unlock
Build it
And they will flock
To the stock
Outlaws riding rodeo bull markets top.
Collage of colors come together making true form
dusk to dawn, overnight we were born
popping up like popcorn
culturally clean, and unworn
like a newborn
before the evils of porn
Its just the way that it goes
around in east los
So raise your glass, your flask,
And make a toast
To the city, the county, the state who rocks the most
Spread like rash
Up and Up and down the coast
earth, wind, and fire
we not for hire
not on sale for political buyers
them
sneaky little misers
hoarding history behind a safe
locked away inside a case
rapped up under a million mm
of misleadings and red tape
you escape
by denying the truth to the race
you hesitate
you fumble
find your foundation starting to crumble
As you drunk stumble into a humble habitat
Waiting for a rumble
Words cocked back
Ready to blow at the chance
At a grizzly glance
fears got you peeing in your pants
- RAC M
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