Political Gangstas

Its all gangstas gangstas at the top of the list
So I play my own **** it goes something like this
[Verse One] [Apathy]
You can try to shoot a pistol but the wounds are superficial
In comparison to ******* addiction when it hits you
Were proud to be Americans when arrogance is in you
From the second the vagina spits you till youre dyin a cripple
The crime is when were killin innocent Iraqi children
But what?
We should turn to pacifism till crash into our buildings
Till the gasses start spillin over masses of civilians
Tryin to massacre a billion when they pack a transistor into your fillings
When the governments the villains
When they watch with hidden cameras thats up inside your ceilings
Its cold at night
Even in the summer I shake
I crumble and break while dirty bombs thunder and quake
I feel philosophical now, with all that Apathy knows
Reality blows
So I watch reality shows
And feel blanketed when television circuits are bright
Im searchin at night
To channel surf until the perfect light
Purchase a wife
While fabricated idols gets activated
Originality was assassinated
I cried when it died
Screamin to help stop the bleedin
But nobody understood the strange language I was speakin
Im over your head
Oversize fitted are skull caps
I radiate the way Aviator jackets and throwbacks
I go back
Before the Rittlin and the Prozac
When rap was pro-black
You suckers dont know Ap
I rip mics
But only solve problems with fist fights
Just because Im smooth dont mean that I treat a ***** right
My insight extends from sunlight to the twilight
But at night Im ignorant and cant get my mind right
[Chorus] [Apathy] [x4]
Its all gangstas gangstas at the top of the list
So I play my own **** it goes something like this
[Verse Two] [Celph Titled]
Yo
I aint tryin to hear nothin from you so save it
No demo tapes Im only listenin to my favorites of classic rap greatest hits
Why at one time was hip hop music so sacred
Now they made it so easy, kids with home computers is makin it
I remember studio sessions were special
DAT machines and reel to reels, no CD burners and no mass appeal
Too much of somethin is not good, on the contrary
The rap telemarketers are chief executive officer
Board room O.G.s in leather swivel chairs
Laughin at the **** we talkin, all them oversize clothes we wear
But **** it
We sell murder
And sell to herds of
Children who hear the same **** thats used to sell burgers
But I aint sympathizin and you heard it from the horses mouth
Cause Ill bust guns and turn happy homes to an orphans house
One of the best in raps history to hold a mic
And real Cuban who thinks the movie Scarface is over hyped
So all you rappers scratch it off your favorite movie list
Or find yourself bleeding next to a pile of empty uzi clips
Stop idolizin
Get your own style
I aint rockin gold teeth cause theyll provoke me to smile
Though for a while
I looked for hope but couldnt see any
And it didnt look right like a mohawk on P. Diddy
Get them some cheese cake to flaunt
But Id rather sell 3H to juniors and I aint talkin about the restaurant
[Chorus] [Apathy] [x4]
Its all gangstas gangstas at the top of the list
So I play my own **** it goes something like this