Same Damn Thang Mass Appeal (Ft. Boldy James, Ghostface Killah & Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire)

[Intro]
We wanna do what we wanna do
You know, everything we're thinking about is good
But like, when all the goodness is pushed outta you man
You only got one alternative, man
That’s to turn around and hook at each other
I can’t hook at the man sitting up in the office
Cause I’m down here in the south Bronx
So what do I do, I bump into somebody, man
And I fuck with him. And that's how we fight each other

[Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire]
[?? Forward to forests in South Sudan]
But shorties love stuntin’ the [?]
On the acid tabs and dingy denim clad, the South Bronx
(juice clans)
Rubble kings in this concrete kingdom
Fifteen with the killers, Mystique and the chic villain
Pubescent warrior, baby face but his heart devoid of
All remorse from days of Genocidal Holocaust
Can’t tangle loose of the grips of this fixed system
Twisted guns on ourselves cause we mixed in misvision
Chapelle and angel dust
Tore my halo and devil horns
Scorned by this country’s swords
Since the day I was first born
These politicians lining their pockets with our blood
Smother our mommas cries to call us rebels and thugs
Chaotic outlaws and battling the trap
Don’t raffle shit with my pack
Strikes on my back and now I can’t turn back
The same song echoes through project halls
Amid the [?] in Senegal
Through Compton and Chi-raq
Where killers crawl - where killers crawl
Where killers crawl - where killers crawl