Let's Get 'Em - Homeboy Sandman

This’d be the ending of Side B

Angels walk beside me, practically Siamese

I seen it like the swami, top of the swan beak

Bill

Let’s build, over chicken and broccoli

Then up the blood flow to unclog grease

Amplify the tight squeeze, go for the clean sweep

You’re tuned in to the Sandman «I Have A Dream» speech

Let’s get 'em

The father is Kool Herc

Hands up across the cruel world, handle your school work

I don’t curse in front of my old earth

But I’ll drop a couple pointers holding my coin purse

At some point the lines blurred

Almost like it’s Point Break 'cept that I can’t surf

Only that it’s break point and I ain’t gon' lose serve

Let’s get 'em

Big kids watch for the hand hook

Stiffing City Harvest canned goods is a bad look

Badge tryna random search of your bag, book

Unless you ain’t got no cans, just carrying your black book

In QB cats going kaput

Something like a QB throwing off the back foot

Way too many cats «pause», enough of the cat foot

Let’s get 'em

More logos than NASCAR

But remaking Juice starring assholes is the last straw

Atop the camel’s broke back positive blacks barred

It’s enough to make a broke cat barf at a cash bar

So I’m defending the casbah

Me and bunch cats that ain’t had any caviar

Buncha cats connected to the ave like an avatar

Let’s get 'em

The saga don’t end

It make me feel at home, I know it like an old friend

Cannons warm up early and often

Love for war bucks/Warbucks

Annie the orphan

Cats blown for a portion

Things get blown out of proportion

Next time cats bug be the Orkin

Let’s get 'em

One of the biggest bummers in life I call «laundry»

Separating coloreds from whites

I seen more screwed races back of buses and flights

I seen more screw faces than some husbands and wives

Many cats starved, puzzled turn to hustle and vice

It might seem like hustle is a must to survive

Nah, God’s cipher is the cipher divine