
Blind La Coka Nostra (Ft. Q-Unique & Sadie Vada)
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[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Close encounters with glowing spaceships, explode atmosphere
I found a hole in The Matrix, I'm so outta here
Weights on my ankles like Django broke his strings on a banjo
My aura like Vietnam, chapter Panthers with afros
My flow dirty like dope fiends sleeping on benches
A disease-infested evil intention, feast for the senses
Seen in the trenches reaching for weapons
But soon seen preaching redemption
Society point fingers at the hood and say we animals
That's like the cracked pot calling the kettle the cannibal
We're not the ones that kill millions in illegal wars
Transport billions in cocaine, build prisons and tap phones
We don't need more nines or heaters
We need more Poor Righteous Teachers
Public Enemies that are scholars and thinkers
Educated in the ways beyond the system
Beyond statistics and analytics and chrome pistols
[Chorus: Sadie Vada]
How sad am I
When the blind lead the blind
Broken light, now I'm dwelling in darkness
Constructing criminal minds
When the blind lead the blind
Broken light, now I'm dwelling in darkness
Close encounters with glowing spaceships, explode atmosphere
I found a hole in The Matrix, I'm so outta here
Weights on my ankles like Django broke his strings on a banjo
My aura like Vietnam, chapter Panthers with afros
My flow dirty like dope fiends sleeping on benches
A disease-infested evil intention, feast for the senses
Seen in the trenches reaching for weapons
But soon seen preaching redemption
Society point fingers at the hood and say we animals
That's like the cracked pot calling the kettle the cannibal
We're not the ones that kill millions in illegal wars
Transport billions in cocaine, build prisons and tap phones
We don't need more nines or heaters
We need more Poor Righteous Teachers
Public Enemies that are scholars and thinkers
Educated in the ways beyond the system
Beyond statistics and analytics and chrome pistols
[Chorus: Sadie Vada]
How sad am I
When the blind lead the blind
Broken light, now I'm dwelling in darkness
Constructing criminal minds
When the blind lead the blind
Broken light, now I'm dwelling in darkness
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