Write What I See

[Produced by T-K.A.S.H.]

[Verse 1]
I got a letter from the president
Reminding me to remind a fiend to smoke it as opposed to inhaling it
And call them back right before I start selling it
So he can show me where the money and the weapons is
The spotlight was all mine but the rest is his
He told me to arrest his shit if I was steppin' in
And I'm best to win in this game 'cause he ain't playin'
When it comes to getting back the money he invested in
I wrote them back like, "What if I get arrested, then?"
How they supposed to know exactly who I'm messin' with?
You swear they already do, but if this cool
Won't you tell me what the charge's gon' be, and what the sentence is
And since some bulletproof vest won't see us, bitch
Fuck your stock in Iraq, I'm on the block with the blacks
Matter of fact, take this muhfucking crack shit back
I'm sticking with this rap shit 'til this rap shit crack, like that

[Hook]
The president a point a rifle at me
Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see
The power and privilege of motherfuckers lighter than me
Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets, listen
The president a point a rifle at me
Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see
The power and privilege of motherfuckers lighter than me
Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets
And that's real

[Verse 2]
My young potna said I blast if I have to
I swear to God, T-K.A.S.H., I won't let you draft you
He passed the brew and I passed it to
The trash can and laughed like, "Lil' nigga, they gon' draft you"
To half of you fools ain't passin' the school
You are 18, you at home, and half-assed too
Plus your love's out, search his half-ass, too
Fuck you thinking about the ass you nigga, you 'bout to have to, nigga
'Cause in a minute they gon' snatch you niggas from off the street
And on the bus, and strap you down to your seat
Put the Beringer in you to shock when you speak
Put the Beringer in, control your thoughts when you speak
I ain't tryin' to spook, to fright, or scare you niggas
I'm only tryin' to get you niggas prepared
I know you look up out to Iraq on TV and don't care
But be aware, what's gonna happen here is already goin' on over there

[Hook]
The president a point a rifle at me
Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see
The power and privilege of motherfuckers lighter than me
Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets, listen
The president a point a rifle at me
Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see
The power and privilege of motherfuckers lighter than me
Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets
And that's real

[Verse 3]
And you can ask anyone of these niggas
They will tell you the people that's frontin' these niggas
The same people that'll put people in jail will hook you on yayo
Dependin' if you took it in bail or cooked it and sell
I was raised up speakin' Old English
Can Cobra Commander, genuine drafter
More commonly spoken by the gangstas and the pimps, y'all
Derived from the St. Ides' tribe event hall
These mothafuckas finna privatize pens, y'all
Redefine slavery, legalized again, y'all
Meanwhile, my niggas is senile
Seein' how niggas be on file and still wants to be drafted
It's real close, I'm into this shit
It's not college, I'm givin' knowledge to niggas really livin' and shit
Why you interested in pimpin' a bitch?
Big Bush is makin' bitches to pimps, so pimp him

[Hook]
The president a point a rifle at me
Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see
The power and privilege of motherfuckers lighter than me
Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets, listen
The president a point a rifle at me
Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see
The power and privilege of motherfuckers lighter than me
Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets
And that's real