[Talking]
Geeked-Up Records nigga
Hustler Beats on the track
Master-Boyz right here
Do you respect motherland? This is the answer of your question... Let´s Go!

[Verse]
Speakin´ mind, speakin´ mine
Epileptic flow, pity goin´ for the low
Everybody gonna know
Why they callin´ me negro
Fed up wit´ em fake ass liars
Talkin´ loud ´bout poverty but burstin´ homes to fire
Like offerin´ some flowers
To a lady out the shower
And they can´t deny it
But they won´t allow it
Where the fuck we livin´ at?
Do we deserve all this crap?
Dancin´ brazilians, naked at the beach
Blowin´ money like we´re rich
Not mad, not pissed but fuckin´ disappointed
Wanna slap em each, wanna strap em each
You see dirty kids askin´ coins to the streets
They get slaps, they get stabbed
they get pushed to the bush
Growin´ up no choice but the kush
Some accuse grannies and pappies for their toss
But 99 P´s on that earth caused that loss
Some tryna forget sayin´ that they the boss
Started from the bottom of the thing, check how much it´s clear
You´ll see the well ain´t that near
The taller´s the queen of queers
Poisoned everythin´ all around we sufferin´
But that motherfucka took it for himself
Raisin´ funds on our land like a thief
Secretly known as a bitchy gay milf
Cashed out that lot called it a gift
Never asked but he did, all this indeed
Damn it!
Old mommas cry but they ain´t heard
Broken roads scream but they ain´t heard
Healthy hopes walk but they all burnt
Mr. Stupid Head, what´s next to serve?
Fuck!
Ain´t afraid of usin´ my toilet mouth
Spittin´ what´s true in our House
Country of felicity, shit, kiss my ass
We got brains but they ditch ´em task
I can´t lose my test
Because i ain´t the rest
They force us to wear a mask
But we all know how look our past

[Talking]