Intro:
Ladies and Gentlemenyou are listening
to the rulers of the spirit world
(ReallyReallyReally)
YeahYeahthat means poetry deep in this team
Y all done stepped on wethe green green
YeahY all done stepped on wethe green green
YeahYeah

Witchdoctor:
Check this outbust it
This is like a rocketyou never packed
this many condominiums in your pocket
Ughnyou never smoked this much weed before
Where else can these niggas go
Don t know tomorrowit s about todaybruh
I want some coochie that I ain t gotta pay for
I m the one that holidayed ya
ATLland where we par-laya
No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clown
It s enough females in the streets to go round twothree times
Atlantathe doctor s home
Always somebody hoggin the payphone
Say homeswhere your daughter
She ll tell ya I m pure like Artesian water
Feed me a quarter like a jukebox
I sell rhymes like rocksthe police oughta stop checkin
The Lord gave me a blessing
Long as rocks I sees with you
Think the Lord pleased with you
Ughnyou think he kissed you
You think he kissed you
Or he dissed you

Chorus:
Poetry deep in the team
Y all done stepped on wethe green green
YeahPoetry deep in the team
Y all done stepped on wethe green green
Bust it

Khujo:
Suits of brutality patrol sectors
Day care centers ran by vestors
Drunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucks
New comers think they won the diversion on pure luck
Shark pools in the hallone drop can start a frenzy
Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuse
We here by being carefulvigilence
Vampires ??? lace personal pants with blood
Just ask for the special
Crackers crave samples of niggas urine
Strands of hair and semen
Blue lights in the basements
Having conversations with voices between four by fours
Rack em upI ll bust your head
Stay playing the role of executionerbeen years on death row
Now he don t wanna die for arranging his wife s murder
Equal opportunitydesignated bullets don t discriminate
Like unemploymentofficers doing break
Y all done stepped on wethe green green
One deep in this team
Y all done stepped on wethe green green
(Poetry runs deep in this team)

Chorus

T-Mo:
Belligerent thoughts of militant ways
Camouflaged in the brushlove or lust
Which can we trust hidden in the cuts
Terr-i-ble they bounce em every third month
Yeahafter the big flood of truth
Caught in your own evidence
Now you hesitant to believe me
You back to hangin with Parks
That s what you called her
Now you run cause you know that s what you want
(What you wantwhat you want)
If I felt like everything was good
Maybe then I could knock on wood
To protect the good
That surrounds my innermost thoughts
Until my thoughts were caught unguarded
As hard as it is to be perfect I try
And I still flaw listening to the next guy
That knew more and saw it before I did
Came up bigto dig an early grave
Get locked upand turn a slave for the rhythm
We rapstill get slapped by the system

Chorus

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