went from a chevy to a benz
bein' alone--to havin' freinds
your face in a sniper lens
killin' competition on weekends
desks and cubes are for those that settle
i put away business and pack gun metal
corporate ladders are for workers
and greedy lying business lurkers
i'm in the sun on an island
my face cooled by tahitian wind
my fam'ly and bros i defend
anyone steppin' up? i'll win
i think went from a saturn to a benz
actually, that woulda sounded cool
Come in to break to last
got the chopper on the grass
got the hopper on the gas
got the rocker on the mass
Yeah break it down one two
cap-e-tan sam wants you
just got to break the rule
about the feel of virtue
50 cold army marching forth
marching from west to north
to free MLK the fourth
No action from the course
Spittin out rounds from revolva
playin game like tiger a golfa
the soldiers headin down southa
relaxin he shreds on the sofa
to a man with mystery in the head
to the widows wishin back the dead
to the workers workin for the bread
to the slaves filling up the bed
I salute you
Good stuff! Yay! Another girl!