Verse One: Ice Cube
|
|
Peace - don't make me laugh!
|
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin sucotash
|
Livin large, tellin me to get out the gang
|
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
|
How the fuck do you figure?
|
that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease?!
|
Every cop killer goes ignored
|
They just send another nigga to the morgue
|
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
|
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
|
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
|
Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
|
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
|
To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
|
Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk
|
And 'Fuck tha Police' in the tape deck
|
You should listen to me cuz there's more to see
|
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
|
The other color don't know you can run but not hide
|
These are tales from the darkside...
|
|
Verse Two:
|
|
You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh
|
Cuz we ain't got it too good in America
|
I can't fuck with them overseas
|
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
|
It was plain and simple
|
The 9mm went <pop> to the temple
|
<pop pop pop> was the sound I put the bitch down
|
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
|
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
|
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
|
Covered with trash I had to lay back
|
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
|
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
|
I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
|
It's gettin critical - I stole a 5.0
|
I let it go - drive real slow
|
I yelled out 'Ice Cube sucka'
|
The shot-gun kicked - and it murdered motherfuckers
|
I told you last album
|
when I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
|
Its a shame, that niggas die young
|
But to the light side it don't matter none
|
It'll be a drive by homicide
|
But to me its just another tale from the darkside...
|
|
Verse Three: Chuck D
|
|
Standing in the middle of war
|
In the middle we flex
|
When we die, we won't make +Jet+
|
+Ebony+ can't see to the lightside
|
The term they apply to us is a nigga
|
Call it what you want, cause I'm comin from the coroner
|
Sayin my rhymes with a Ph.D.
|
Who's black - don't wanna role - sells his soul
|
Watch his head go rollin
|
Who the fuck are they foolin?
|
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
|
Matches the color of the one on my face
|
as they wonder whats under my waist
|
[Standin on the verge] of them gettin brown
|
thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
|
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
|
|
-----------------
|
Tales From the Darkside (Remix)
|
Ice Cube |