"Malcolm" lyrics
[Malcolm X sample (Ghostface Killah):]
"So, they try and project the image to the public."
(Uh)
"That this—this is being done by thieves and thieves alone!"
(Speak, brother Malcolm. Speak)
"And they ignore the fact that—no. This is not thievery alone."
(True indeed)
"It's a—it's a corrupt, vicious, hypocritical, system that has castrated the black man
And the only way the black man can get back at it is to strike it in the only way he knows how."
[Ghostface Killah:]
A-yo
I'm like Malcolm, out the window with the joint
Hoodied up, blood in my eye, I let two fly like fuck it!
Look how these niggas duck shit
One kid hollerin', "What!" lookin' up, he the big wig
Fake ass cat, low life, sodomized mind
Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread, sell 'em as dimes
His feet hurt, networkin', he get no work
Yo, smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth
Yo, he sucked his thumb, Slew footed kid, laced with the pink gums
Stuntin' to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run
Plus he ill on the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man
Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front
Pigeon-toed Tyler's sister with the fat ass
Show hash for Hines up the block, plus he smashed her
Big Buck did him somethin' deadly, act premeditated
Buck 60 strike was the medley
Nights like Van Halen, seen him at The Tunnel with his skin peelin'
Did two days, thought he was jailin'
You get close, look at his hands
That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' 'bout "The cuffs did it"
He bantam weight, frontin' majorly
Eyes like Sammy Davis Jr., rounded off with a fade, G
He sport the Bob Hope classics, ran-down Asics
K-mart, the short sleeve shit be the basics
He eat hams, shitted on hisself twice
Big-hatted Jews rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights
Yo, let me tell you how the game go
We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back, for sure
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're fuckin' up, who's willin' to fight and teach the seeds?
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy
Yo, I-Cham punched Mase in his face over some bullshit
The other night, they kidnapped his brother, pokin' it with knives
It's rainin', 85 degrees, kinda muggy
One of them nights, you thrown on that face that's real ugly
Yo, we up in Jonesy's posin', all these niggas know me
From fuckin' wit' Un and these niggas, heavy parolees
Yo, we played the speaker
And from a distance, we could see these chains
The piece laid, flat on his chest, was two planes
Ashy hands, yo, no need for rings at all
He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall
Look at Flower, he just came home, he on it like a fuck
Did a dime for holdin' up the guards up in the armored truck
Ten years later, son 280 on the weight tip
He throwin' up six plates plus, he studied Matrix
He's a wally horse, shout it out, sweatin' through his velour
Cock-eyed nigga, back up his neck, he had sores
Sammy eagerly rode up on him
Toxi off the turkey with the joint on him
"Flower, look, his man stood up before him"
The bitches hit the table, Jah king stripped off his cables
Shots went off, Sam'll get a chance to make his debut
Flower grabbed Tiff, his man with the sideburns, hat fell off
We noticed ring-worms, he hid behind Rich
C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled
In the men's room, Poo pistol-whipped Mase and broke the handle
Desperate, crawlin' to the door on all fours
Cham kicked the jukebox, the theme song rode in was "It's Yourz"
Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle, thrashin'
He layin' like a gay model, shoutin' out "Sebastian!"
He smiled with his teeth missin', beggin' for mercy
"No more, God! There's 68 thousand down at pier 3"
Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin'
Cham snatched his flag, four big rocks, enter the dragon
It's over, another story told
Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras
Yo, let me tell you how the game go
We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back, for sure
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're fuckin' up, who's willin' to fight and teach the seeds?
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy
"So, they try and project the image to the public."
(Uh)
"That this—this is being done by thieves and thieves alone!"
(Speak, brother Malcolm. Speak)
"And they ignore the fact that—no. This is not thievery alone."
(True indeed)
"It's a—it's a corrupt, vicious, hypocritical, system that has castrated the black man
And the only way the black man can get back at it is to strike it in the only way he knows how."
[Ghostface Killah:]
A-yo
I'm like Malcolm, out the window with the joint
Hoodied up, blood in my eye, I let two fly like fuck it!
Look how these niggas duck shit
One kid hollerin', "What!" lookin' up, he the big wig
Fake ass cat, low life, sodomized mind
Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread, sell 'em as dimes
His feet hurt, networkin', he get no work
Yo, smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth
Yo, he sucked his thumb, Slew footed kid, laced with the pink gums
Stuntin' to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run
Plus he ill on the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man
Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front
Pigeon-toed Tyler's sister with the fat ass
Show hash for Hines up the block, plus he smashed her
Big Buck did him somethin' deadly, act premeditated
Buck 60 strike was the medley
Nights like Van Halen, seen him at The Tunnel with his skin peelin'
Did two days, thought he was jailin'
You get close, look at his hands
That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' 'bout "The cuffs did it"
He bantam weight, frontin' majorly
Eyes like Sammy Davis Jr., rounded off with a fade, G
He sport the Bob Hope classics, ran-down Asics
K-mart, the short sleeve shit be the basics
He eat hams, shitted on hisself twice
Big-hatted Jews rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights
Yo, let me tell you how the game go
We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back, for sure
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're fuckin' up, who's willin' to fight and teach the seeds?
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy
Yo, I-Cham punched Mase in his face over some bullshit
The other night, they kidnapped his brother, pokin' it with knives
It's rainin', 85 degrees, kinda muggy
One of them nights, you thrown on that face that's real ugly
Yo, we up in Jonesy's posin', all these niggas know me
From fuckin' wit' Un and these niggas, heavy parolees
Yo, we played the speaker
And from a distance, we could see these chains
The piece laid, flat on his chest, was two planes
Ashy hands, yo, no need for rings at all
He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall
Look at Flower, he just came home, he on it like a fuck
Did a dime for holdin' up the guards up in the armored truck
Ten years later, son 280 on the weight tip
He throwin' up six plates plus, he studied Matrix
He's a wally horse, shout it out, sweatin' through his velour
Cock-eyed nigga, back up his neck, he had sores
Sammy eagerly rode up on him
Toxi off the turkey with the joint on him
"Flower, look, his man stood up before him"
The bitches hit the table, Jah king stripped off his cables
Shots went off, Sam'll get a chance to make his debut
Flower grabbed Tiff, his man with the sideburns, hat fell off
We noticed ring-worms, he hid behind Rich
C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled
In the men's room, Poo pistol-whipped Mase and broke the handle
Desperate, crawlin' to the door on all fours
Cham kicked the jukebox, the theme song rode in was "It's Yourz"
Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle, thrashin'
He layin' like a gay model, shoutin' out "Sebastian!"
He smiled with his teeth missin', beggin' for mercy
"No more, God! There's 68 thousand down at pier 3"
Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin'
Cham snatched his flag, four big rocks, enter the dragon
It's over, another story told
Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras
Yo, let me tell you how the game go
We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back, for sure
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're fuckin' up, who's willin' to fight and teach the seeds?
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy
Writer(s): Jerry Peters, Anita Poree, Dennis David Coles, Vance Chancey Branch
