Slaves - The Cenobites, Kool Keith, Godfather Don

Hahahahahaha

Yeah lot of brothers out there take it in the rear

I see you in the clubs you see me

(Yeah smoking blunt you straight up cunts)

That’s right taking it hard and deep in the rear

And getting done by another man

Different skin color

A whole different complexion

(Yeah you punk bitchass nigga)

You know what I’m taking about

Hahaahaahahaha

Forget that man

You’re getting couped… taxes…

(Kool Keith)

Yo

The D is pack downtown with ugly wenches

In New York your stretch marks & bumps around them pimple face

Timberland boots for workforce and lesbians groups

Cut off from welfare with rectums out your underwear

Black hallways your bag are packed behind your ass crack

I New York City yourself like sanitation clean up

Peepee smells of crutches girls smells like seashells

Cut you down off God like clippers running up on your weaves

Your flipping kilos stop fantasizing metal flower

I’ll take your curtains down hide behind you in your shower

In the tunnel last night I walk to the right

I saw you with Wendy that undercover transvestite

Spreading some real raw Yo Red note some information

She broke out real quick left out with a AIDS patient

Got up its large pumped on a 97

Paola scam describes you for what rhymes with next

Somebody’s out there the streets are filled with anal sex

Mad white boys now no white now involved with rap

Rednecks on Def Jam my text are bound to stop your crap

The Ku Klux Klan belt back with this Arbitron

Just like the Budweiser SuperFest

You become merchandise market at a fishy price

On BET I walk by MTV

Watching booed when they flopped that white man Bill Bellamy

Through strategic modern slaves like Tracy Chapman

You’re manipulated like Marvel films evaporated

Like steam hot coming through your anal stream

You dream to be John Gotti and pose entering a Maserati

Like Fat Cats

Just sneaking converses

Plan on your dats

You wanna go to Jack the Rapper faggot

(Just keep it Don)

(Godfather Don)

Now I just came from Esso

Drinking espresso with a mama with red pull

The trecks owes for heads blown

Incarnated is the mark of 666

Fits kids quick

The sickness is strictly New York

Newport rhyme nigga

Figure and for emcees starving he real he’s ill

Like Boston glastoma

Raw shit fast on ya

Fat ass on a

Cat ass lona

Half fast gonna

Injecting pity in the city of N-Y

Bet he connectical

Another fire on ya wack ass

These streets are filthy

Like ten open asshole

Grabbing mic

Acting like they rapping tight

This shit is sloppy poppy

When they drop me I drop keys please

These come once in a blue sun get the tool please

These fools are dumb

It’s the rule of Hip Hop

Flip Flop hit the tip top

My lick drop every time

Your shit clock when its not real

So the krills flow the guild over still you know the deal

Major labels with they tables able to put cable on more rhymes

Making fables

Fantastic plastic culture off freaking bullshit

With the bullet you can pull it with the team

Every end I’ll smith mouth with Redneck

Ten diseases that turning black artist white

The instance the distance between me and you

Being two true artist minus the artist worked in faggot show business has no

witness

You getting fucked

You lick the nuts for new cuts bad records and videos just let me out on the

doorway the hallway

The raw way the hard way a dick in your four ways

That causes Syphil-AIDS

Niggas that’s fishy pissy paints a no fiction

Even a christian mission comes to fruition while you wishing

To listen who bitch and two clip on this

Do licks with

I set it off like techno the tech wo

To wreck foes I select those and make collect toe

The terror met yo black act

Cold now they get slave on ya Costa Nosta

Most of the real job will kill ya’ll for real hard ya feel scared

Slaves…

Slaves…

Ahahahahha

Live Trife