[ Featuring Big Boi ]
You write, really? Scribble, scribble, dilly dabble, brother
Clear with the math numbers, gassed up
No mercy, didn't grow up in the projects though
Do you like a cholo, Southern boy up in the Polo
Lenny's done turned to green rock, fire in the sky
Wish my folks wasn't killed
Wish my partner wouldn't deal
Police got eyes in the hills
Looking for my people, had full fever
Bill Gates wouldn't tag a mutant like a dog
Slaughterhouse full of hogs
Politics got me dancing like a stripper
You lil' foul mouth bitch, play in traffic
Dungeon Family is the clique
We reach into the goodie bag and we'll let any nigga have it
In no particular order, so what's happening?
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
Everybody playin' dumb
The sum of all fears, it appears to have the general public numb
So some run to guns store quick to buy gun
And clips for the sticks of hundred round drums
Now who really want the smoke when it's time to pump-pump?
Only chumps jump a nigga that's down for 101
I am 1 of 1 original, physical and digital
Copies, they get bodied, we don't give a f*ck who you listen to
Yeah, we glistening too, balling and the whole bit
We giving power through knowledge straight from this pulpit
They preying on the sheep while the flock flocks
It's the end of days, watch the tick-tock
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
Tabernacles, seen a God, charge it to the game
Full speed ahead, smokin' like a freight train
All work, no play, foundation laid
Blood, sweat, and tears from the cradle to the grave
Glitch in the game, operation break the switch
Like a high, catch 'em waiting on a wild bitch
Scanned, damn now everybody tryna run their plate
F*ck a ring, f*ck a trophy, just tat a tate
Like it's cake, well it ain't, egg in your face
Red shirt, khaki pants like my name was Jake
Wake and bake, big steak like a wordsmith
Got a million of our kinfolk, don't even trip
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
Being black is a blessing and a curse
Living with the pain and the hurt
Take a stand as I work
Concentrating, thinking of a master plan
Got a mic and the black as I sat with the concept
Just wanna raise my kids right, protect them at all costs
And never to fall off
You thought that I would, I'm reaching higher than ever
To levels infested with devils and snakes
I see the hate in your eyes when I walk by
Taught by your people, to hate black people
Take the sheep 'til they're severed on the church
Organized, come together, let's work
Get this money, man
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
