Don't Get Captured

Hello from a little shop of horrors

Ski mask like a phantom of the opera

Go cold like the land of Chicago

Child soldiers sprayin’ the chopper

But you don’t give a fuck that’s them though

’Til a peasant put a pistol in your window

You ain’t really need that chain

You ain’t really need that ring

You ain’t really need them thangs

Snow in the bluff showed up

With the slums in the city blown up

Now the white folks showed up

Everything bought sold up

**** assed out

**** po’d up

Politicians so corrupt

Sold our black ass out

Really ain’t color my brother here

In cabbage town they put they white-ass out

Truth been told I’m out

He in here

Me in here

We in here

Don’t get captured

No cryin’ here

Just do your dirt and disappear

Don’t get captured

Then lay it low

Take it slow

And reappear

Don’t get captured

Return us

Victorious

Smoke pounds of kush

Don’t get captured

Good day from the house of the haunted

Get a job, get a house, get a coffin

Don’t stray from the path, remain where you at

That maximizes our profit

Is that blunt?

Oh well hell so’s this boot

We live to hear you say please don’t shoot

A pure delight

Come on make my night

When I file reports what’s right’s what I write

Snuff films air all night till your last sane thought take flight

What a great sight

What a job, what a good life

The more we act wrong the more we are right

And who exactly gon’ stop what we got?

We don’t argue

We are not calm and impartial

Some call it work but its more like a art

We just paint the walls with your heart and we better not catch you

He in here

Me in here

We in here

Don’t get captured

No cryin’ here

Just do your dirt and disappear

Don’t get captured

Then lay it low

Take it slow

And reappear

Don’t get captured

Return us

Victorious

Smoke pounds of kush

Don’t get captured

Don’t get captured

Don’t get captured

Don’t get captured

Don’t get captured

Don’t get captured

Don’t get captured