Crime & Medicine Yasiin Bey

[Intro]
Boogie-Man music!
Fresh
It was so beautiful, it was almost unfair
It's cold but it's true
It was so cold it got warm
Kids out in the schoolyards and playing
It was nice and calm
And it was dangerous

[Hook]
When the MC's came, live out the name
And to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
Before they rocked the don
Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains
The building to be born
Black ni##as on the track

[Verse]
Everybody got to get high (Oh my)
To get right, to get nice, to get by (Oh my)
They get open, get ready, get primed
The national pastime is victimless crime
You want your thrill and I want mine
As long we can get it we ain't got to say why
I don't mean to pry, you ain't got to lie
We ain't got to speak when it's written in the eyes
Whenever she was high off the sparkle in her palm
She had a young girl's smile and a hustler's charm
Dying from the city where the hustlers are born
Made, traced, murdered, replaced
Life-long residents barely feel safe
And the streets offer plenty taste and little faith (Break it down)
Little face, soft lips, little waist (Break it more)
Tiny hands (Oh god)
Fat ass (Oh more)
Big eyes like birthday surprise
Super duper fly, born in '85
Repeat it to yourself: This is a victimless crime
Psyche your mind there's a victim every time
Your tasty little pill, your freaky little thrill
Pray won't leave you still, you wonder how it feel
It's real, pussy like some money that you steal
Ill