SUMO - Super Helpful Kwame, Chuck Strangers, PRO ERA

I put the dollar first

Put the beat in the hearse and reverse out the driveway

Killing samples cause crime pays

More spread than mayonnaise

So I could get laid by Renee

Cause I missed her cheeks

The way she speak, the way she spoke

Cali slang

Yeah the type to mix the weed with the 'caine

But I got new flows, new hoes, money fat like sumos

Ugh, and we gon' sample so they sue mo'

What’s the good word, niggas blazing that herb

Take a puff and I learn, If I rap then I earn

I’m strong-arming niggas, y’all don’t even get a turn

I’m calling your bitch cause I know she wanna burn

And all we do is flex on the weekend

Flex on the weekend, leave 'em leakin'

Eye’s weeping when I’m leavin'

But she felt good about it

Cause a nigga wasn’t scheming with a 9 millimeter

I ain’t talking 'bout no heater

We snapping bongs on ya front lawn, fuck is going on

Jeffery smoking to the law, windows tinted doing wrong

But it’s right, guess it’s that eternal fight

My niggas taking flights to Europe now, still smoking in my mama’s crib

Guess that’s how real niggas is

Ugh, I’m in my Jordans and my gold chain living it up

Niggas over on my side not giving it up

Eyes low, but I spot you

These eighths cost fifty but we homies so I got you

Only to act hostile (ugh, with my Pro Era apostles)

Mr. Orwell, however, is the first writer to warn us, in the form of fictional

satire, what might conceivably happen if all the worst features that exist

anywhere in our modern world were to prevail over all the others, and if,

in addition, all these worst features were to spread all over the earth.

Since the story is told with nightmarish detail and inexorable logic,

a commentator can perhaps serve best by a few mild warnings of his own…

First, that despite any easy assumptions that might readily and even excusably

occur to both listener and reader, Mr. Orwell’s satire does not bear

exclusively against any one country.

Certain early symptoms of that breakdown

of the human soul which he forecasts are diagnosable in all countries today.

And most of us also, to a greater or less extent, are already victims of

certain types of doublethink.

And it would be a useful private exercise to

examine near home for such instances as well…

I’m well off, telling pressure get the hell off

I’ll be the end all and send off

Knicks fan, I’ve endured and withstanded

Weakness attacking, you couldn’t imagine

Passion being extracted all from my heart and shit

Lyrically blessed, I’m unfortunate, and I’m never on no conscious shit

I’m spitting my life, that’s all it is

That’s all I got to give

I don’t know what options is, or a consequence

I’m from bed stuy where my head lye

Despite the bad, see the hood changing in time

To winning, I’m incline