U.C.P.A.S.

Lyrics for U.C.P.A.S.

We don't make no damn Mickey Mouse music FTS, the crew What you wanna do? FTS, the crew Underground, pig shit They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit I need land, a place where no money is spent I kick back and live life immaculate You say underground, pig shit They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit I need land, a place where no money is spent I kick back and live life immaculate Exchange data, no contact, no matter Eternally you'll find information to be God sent The soul, my body's being spent like some dope shit All the way from across the Atlantic Ocean See I can't help but talk about the way my people been raped But about now, I'm 'bout to set some shit straight To all you late bloomers and early consumers Ignore the rumors who has made the whole nation backslide To homicide, almost a damn near genocide We all need to check our soul inside Have you ever seen a human body landslide? How 'bout some tanks doing a drive-by? Or Obama dropping napalm from way high? We don't live but sometimes we got to die The whole world's about to bow, man that ain't no lie You better find yourself before yourself take all your time One more time now Underground, pig shit They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit I need land, a place where no money is spent I kick back and live life immaculate You say underground, pig shit They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit I need land, a place where no money is spent I kick back and live life immaculate It got to be hot to me, a cop to me Could burn to hell, rebel They don't swell like the pressure, pester Even leave you messed up, shaking that shit for free Ooh, icy cold to live for free Deliver the slippin' when wet, the boy's death Check out the hot pivot It got you flipping while it's slipping They hit me, the cops hit you 'Cause it get you so goddamn pumped Bang that wild shit, we goddamn from Rap so stylish, sick Witch like 59 dollar shit Hit you like the Spice Girls Finger licking, kicking Savory, flary, exhibition Use the land, Africa, Africa listen Listen, uh, bring it back now Underground, pig shit They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit I need land, a place where no money is spent I kick back and live life immaculate You say underground, pig shit They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit I need land, a place where no money is spent I kick back and live life immaculate Do you feel it? I can feel it Now if this party was a class, I'd be the teacher It's FTS and the crew, a double feature Now if this party was a car, I'd be the driver I'm rapping third, the mic is smelling like saliva The emperor of that motherfucker's ass naked What's that you hiding when you had your last banking? It's not surprising how from both those who are rising It's police on the horizon They been there all along, make you sure that they disguising The po-po's supposed to keep the peace They gotta make the most money increase You never seen a police break the strike By hitting the balls with his retirement pipe And you ain't never gon' see one But when we take over it's gon' be pumping like rerun Huh, boots from the cool like the dark like a coke Much love to my focus on aces and jokes Underground, pig shit They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit I need land, a place where no money is spent I kick back and live life immaculate You say underground, pig shit They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit I need land, a place where no money is spent I kick back and live life immaculate FTS, the crew Haha One, two