Bg - Shyne

Young boy don’t blow my cool

Keep your feet up out my shoe

I know my story’s compellin' and, yes, I’m a legend

But this ain’t no marketin' plan

You don’t want Sharpton and Hampton testin' what you reppin'

Causin' a jam so they don’t play you on the FM

Started a plan so they could censor all your sentence

What happened to my freedom of speech?

Sell 'cain from Robert Blake to catch a bad but

You ashamed from OJ and Johnny

Who more misogynistic from Pam Anderson to Tommy

Penthouse, Playboy, and nothin' published by me

Hm, I guess it’s different rules

Some for Michael Jackson and some for The Who

Yeah dude, I mean Pete Townsend

Downloadin' kiddie porn you don’t hear nuttin' 'bout him

King of Pop, not guilty what they found him

But still this air of suspicion surrounds him

Still he’s whacko, still he’s Jack-O, cause he wore afro

He was black though

Ronald Regan was the one that bought the 'caine in

Politicians tryin' to censor what I’m sayin'

Young bloods wanna follow what I’m claimin'

Don’t follow me, I wish that I could save them

I wish that I could show em it’s a better way

Then growin' up in a cage

Like a dog, help 'em God oh help 'em God, oh help 'em God

He ain’t get arraigned yet Kobe ain’t no rapist

The district attorney in Colorado was in APHIS

It pains me to say this, I’m callin' it what a spade is

We’ve come so far but some things never changes

Sid Vicious from the Sex Pistols got charged with the murder of one of his women

And then we got this new group «The Killers»

Tell me what the difference between them and Murder Inc. is

I think you should know

Elvis married his wife when she was 14 years old

Elliot Spitzer’s on every talk show still they won’t give a second chance to Po

FBI don’t like my rhymes

The way I talk about our lives

They say I’m a threat so they send me to trial

And blame the murder rate on Shyne

I’m just the mirror of the ugly world

You might see yourself up in these words

A killer dies they turn him to ashes

Right wing republicans is fascist

Ronald Regan was the one that bought the 'caine in

Politicians tryin' to censor what I’m sayin'

Young bloods wanna follow what I’m claimin'

Don’t follow me, I wish that I could save them

Officer, correction officer

Please take these handcuffs off of us

We ain’t kill nobody there ain’t no jobs for us

Tell me what the ___ do you want from us

I musta been away too long I ain’t jackin' these new kids

When cops stop stopped makin' gangsta music?

The cops I know help old ladies and school kids

Crooked cops get the bodies found in the sewage

This exactly what I live for

This is for the ghetto this is not for Billboard

This for the dope boys stuck in the task force

Screw the media and their rap wars

News coverage say we all thuggish but we all talk about how we all punished

The subhuman things which we all subject

You wouldn’t know if you listen to these so called pundits

Before I go did I mention Phil Spectre?

He bodied his dog but his song’s not censored

Still they wanna give C. Murder the death sentence

And even blame hip-hop for the death of John Lennon

Young boy you’re blowin' my cool

Keep your feet up out my shoe