Rhymefest - Devil'S Pie lyrics

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{"Oh someday... no I ain't wastin no more tiiiime"}

Southside step up, and get you a slice

Eastside step up, and get you a slice

Westside step up, and get you a slice

Northside step up, and get you a slice

Chi-Town step up, and get you a slice

L.A. step up, and get you a slice

N.Y. step up, and get you a slice

It's just a slice of the devil's pie, ah-c'mon

{"Christians all say"} Yeah they say

{"In God we trust"} Uh-huh

{"What we gon' do, when he comes back 'round to us"}

Well it's not for us to say

{"Everyday, yeahhh"}

{"Girls drugs dancers and lust"} Uh-huh, uh-huh

{"What we gon' do when it all comes back to us"}

Look; times is hard, life is hard

I lost my job, baby oh my God

My wife is nauseous, she pregnant as hell

My mistress on the cell sayin she gon' tell

My Uncle in the cell sayin he want bail

My granddaddy can't see, claimin he need Braille

I'm fightin for strength, in the street grindin for cents

I know I'm ahead of my time but I'm behind on my rent

Askin Kanye for money just to pay on my gas bill

He asked me for it back, nigga brush up on your math skills

Nothin plus zip equals zero; he couldn't relate

That nigga ain't been broke since "H to the Izzo"

That's whem my man Biddle stopped by with two little

pills I could put in the bag and sell like Skittles

One for ten, fifteen for two

Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?

Take a neighborhood full of hongry blacks

within 3 beeper shops, 2 liquor stores and one laundromat

No banks, just a Check'n'Go, everywhere you go

You don't wanna ask too much though

We gon' make a tasty pastry, that you can't get in a bakery

I picture hopelessness from slavery {*gasp*}

Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost care

I know you heathens ready to eat, we almost there

Somebody pass a couple of gangs of glocks

Politicians are quick to cop, sprinkle pie me on the top

While I, couldn't be faster, recipe for disaster

Gunshots is the devil's laughter

Like you tried to play fair and yo' ass lost

Then you tried to get gangsta, homey you mad soft

Overcrowded jails puttin pounds on Ashcroft

Don't forget the glaze, your devils buyin the crack sauce

Now George Bush step up, and get you a slice

Tony Blair step up, and get you a slice

Rumsfeld step up, and get you a slice

Condi Rice step up, and get you a slice

Wait, I'ma step up, and get you a slice

My baby momma stepped up, and got her a slice

E'rybody step up, and get you a slice

It's just a slice of the devil's pie, ah-c'mon

I said - step right up, hear ye hear ye

Hear me clearly this here more than theory

Young males plays the judge and jury

Black filled with fury first time I met my dad

Through a cell, wire and phone, wiring home

Back in my cell and dyin alone, prayin to God

Like I'm raggedly sewn, askin the Lord - why ain't I home

Regardless of what I was on, I know you the king

Tell Satan I don't owe him a thing

Slingin them O's, and now he got my soul in the sling

I know I messed up a couple of times

Bust some nines, on anybody fuckin with mine

That's when my life got disasterous, I was blasphemous

I know my momma didn't ask for this

You got them demons waitin for me with the caskets lit

Please Lord, let this bastard live

Yeah yeah, Chi-Town in the house

Rhymefest in the house

Yo Mark, get out here nigga

We gotta go get up with these girls

These guns, this pussy...