The Ebonic Plague

Ain't nuttin' sweetie, cancer causin' like saccahrin

Action, intoxicated chinky-eyed black men

An' nowadays fools forget what they actually named

Besides a loyal cadets and priceless briquettes

Basically, I don't give a shit how rich ya get

I'll have you in the car talkin' to yourself

Like Alanis Morissette with turets

(Oh wee..that's right...) I like sisters with vaginas so...

(Can we get freaky toniiiiight...)

Donald Trump wouldn't let you shine his shoes my man

If you pissed off you dyin' with your dick in your hand

Plus when shit hits the fan, I mean when Ras reach the crowd

And verse to verse, switch my aura then rotate Earth

And fuck that servin' emcees and livin' bummy

I'm on some show me the money and still educate the dummies

It's all about me for you and you for me

And playa if ya do for two we do for three

You think it's 'bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry

We livin' in the age of the ebonic plague

It's all about me for you and you for me

And playa if ya do for two we do for three

You think it's 'bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry

We livin' in the age of the ebonic plague

You see the words is meshin' through this lyrical aggression

Punks pop shit we Joe Pesc'em no question

Cru session, no time for second guessin'

Frontin' or fessin', we full court pressin'

Testin', any in our way learn a lesson

Forever in my Stetson, chrome plated Wesson

We ain't got no time for excuses and reasons

Bringin' nuttin' but butta in all four seasons

Want to blow my nose when I'm sneezin', wit' hundred dollar bills

Foes I'm squeezin', breezin'

Through your nearest town wit' the frown expression

Those Bronx streets left a lastin' impression

Now think about this, imagine Cru rhymers

Like this world with no clock bein' timeless

Pure dope when it come to the oratorical

Stay on the low wit' a dime that's adorable

Got the rap shit covered like long johns

Big brother Ant taught me how to bear arms

L.A. to D.C. I gets my P.C.

Keeps me a fifth of B.C.

And we gon' drink to your pass peeps that flashed heat

Never no more, when I pull I blast he

Think you could deal? You crazier than Bjork

Belong up on Fantasy Isle with Mr. Rourke