Portrait Of The Artist As A Hood

Today I'm prepared to bring specific charges

Against certain members working in an industry

That reaches into every household in the country

3rd Bass

3rd Bass

3rd Bass

3rd Bass

Hoods is up so skills is up

It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt?

So such bust material cerebral

I'm eatin' cereal with spoons sippin' cepacol

Daddy-O slipped me some 'cause my breath stank

White gold, but no accounts in Swiss Banks

Think tanks once rolled on the city streets

I used to meet your moms between the sheets

Universe is versus hoods prospectus

True flam, flammin' words on wax discus

So they dismiss this as vulgarity

And once laughed and pointed at the university

Some perk without skills and push a pen

I send surreal scenes where you never been

Looked out, gave you three strikes, you struck out

Pop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts out

Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your ass

Gassed you up then slap you with my staff

I seen your skins like to go to the motels

But your ass won't know to the hotels

'Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures

A portrait, a self far from [Incomprehensible]

My discussion of impression ain't ignorance

So don't label the hoods on appearances

You never thought that a gangsta could talk sense

But this artifice flipped, your beans is spent

Took your papes out your pocket and just stood out

The focus, the portrait of the artist as a hoods-up

3rd Bass

3rd Bass

3rd Bass

3rd Bass

Portrait planned it back in the days

Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's

Waitin' for dice to give the go ahead

Hawkin' 50 Cent, puttin' heads to bed

For a herringbone hear the tune of the audio two

Milk was chillin' as I chilled in the back room

Listen to snaps, cuts by scoob and scrap

Union square, to tear up the KRS tracks