SUMO

I put the dollar first
Put the beat in the hearse and reverse out the driveway
Killing samples cause crime pays
More spread than mayonnaise
So I could get laid by Renee
Cause I missed her cheeks
The way she speak, the way she spoke
Cali slang
Yeah the type to mix the weed with the 'caine
But I got new flows, new hoes, money fat like sumos
Ugh, and we gon' sample so they sue mo'
What’s the good word, niggas blazing that herb
Take a puff and I learn, If I rap then I earn
I’m strong-arming niggas, y’all don’t even get a turn
I’m calling your bitch cause I know she wanna burn
And all we do is flex on the weekend
Flex on the weekend, leave 'em leakin'
Eye’s weeping when I’m leavin'
But she felt good about it
Cause a nigga wasn’t scheming with a 9 millimeter
I ain’t talking 'bout no heater
We snapping bongs on ya front lawn, fuck is going on
Jeffery smoking to the law, windows tinted doing wrong
But it’s right, guess it’s that eternal fight
My niggas taking flights to Europe now, still smoking in my mama’s crib
Guess that’s how real niggas is
Ugh, I’m in my Jordans and my gold chain living it up
Niggas over on my side not giving it up
Eyes low, but I spot you
These eighths cost fifty but we homies so I got you
Only to act hostile (ugh, with my Pro Era apostles)
Mr. Orwell, however, is the first writer to warn us, in the form of fictional
satire, what might conceivably happen if all the worst features that exist
anywhere in our modern world were to prevail over all the others, and if,
in addition, all these worst features were to spread all over the earth.
Since the story is told with nightmarish detail and inexorable logic,
a commentator can perhaps serve best by a few mild warnings of his own…
First, that despite any easy assumptions that might readily and even excusably
occur to both listener and reader, Mr. Orwell’s satire does not bear
exclusively against any one country. Certain early symptoms of that breakdown
of the human soul which he forecasts are diagnosable in all countries today.
And most of us also, to a greater or less extent, are already victims of
certain types of doublethink. And it would be a useful private exercise to
examine near home for such instances as well…
I’m well off, telling pressure get the hell off
I’ll be the end all and send off
Knicks fan, I’ve endured and withstanded
Weakness attacking, you couldn’t imagine
Passion being extracted all from my heart and shit
Lyrically blessed, I’m unfortunate, and I’m never on no conscious shit
I’m spitting my life, that’s all it is
That’s all I got to give
I don’t know what options is, or a consequence
I’m from bed stuy where my head lye
Despite the bad, see the hood changing in time
To winning, I’m incline