PRODIGY

PRODIGY - Field Marshal P

rate me

Yeah, that's right, of course

Uh, uh

Yeah, ayo, uh-huh

Field Marshal P

Soldier you step inside my room solute (solute)

At attention, pay attention

When P say something it's the truth

The Universe is my witness (uh-huh)

It's all what these demon cops tried to do

It's all our leaders that got hit

It's all the shooting that hit our leaders too

Nigga I'm a vet, on the streets I'm a King

Push it to the maximum when I do my thang

My words will shock you, my songs will scare you

You fit to die real soon, let me prepare you

For that rectangle box, you deserve to die, you dirty lil fuck

You ungrateful, un-loyal, I'll have my nigga Un take care of you

Or my nigga Fox, you just light work, real simple

I'll pick up the pistol and hit up your temple

Demolish your rental, you cheap fuck, bury 'em in his cheap suit

Ashes to dust, you're not a revolutionary, you're a punk

You're not a rebel soldier; just leave it up to us

I'm a insurgent, I put work in, check my card, listen to my verses

Nigga I'm a pro, in the rap world I'm a god

I only hear the facts; I'm death to your garbage

I only spit the rap, if the shit's real

I only lie to the police on the real

New York Pricks and Dicks (NYPD) know the deal

They wanna do the kid like my nigga Sean Bell

Fuck that, it be a racist cop buried there

With the bagpipe music, I'll burn another L

To amazing grace, what a perfect song

Was blind but now you see us, it's not a game at all

Y'all some slimy snakes, bunch of reptile cops

The government and military all corrupt

I ain't on that shade the world shit

I'm a share my experiences, been through hell and back

Now I'm right back in hell, dunn I'll be right back

Yeah, but in the meanwhile...

Cops said a nigga tried to get you a charge

Get cameras, 'cause they might plan some shit in your car

But yet the god just talking the fact he got lips

They gave 'em 42 months; he got bagged with that grip

Word is bond, I was just right there

I've seen the judge's face, military mind

I preached to nigga "fuck jakes"

The Hip-Hop could suck my dick

Down right they trying to hate on us, destruct our clique

Big Joe was in the Garden the night of Sean Bell death

Had plans to kill a nigga the minute Sean Bell left

Trying to slant the victim's characters for wrong judan

Niggas scared to hang around me like "what's wrong with Un? "

But fuck 'em, nigga down to take bullets when we were leaving

And we don't get mad we get even

Before you violate my rights and start looking

Shit is candid in the car you're searching, I got footage

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