Ghetto Manifesto - Paris Remix

I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court
 I scribbled this on an application for county support
 I practice this like a sport
 Met Donald Trump and he froze up
 Standing on his Bentley yelling "Pimps down, hoes up"
 Some tryin' to front off
 Break her ass a clump off
 We gon' stop the world and make y'all motherfuckers jump off
 This is my resume slash resignation
 A ransom note with proposed legislation
 A fevered ultimatum you should take it verbatim
 Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna date em'
 Flyin' kites for my folks at home
 Who takin' tokes alone
 We payin' rent on shit they ain't even sposed to own
 Narratin' through my, agitatin' when ya curse
 It's a million motherfuckers just waitin' on the first
 Anticipatin' on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya purse
 Shut the jobby job down at noon and don't disperse
 They wouldn't pay ya ass as far as they can throw you
 They think you punkin' but they don't know you
 Dissin' turf operata, play with twelve shot berettas
 Buy the Burger King workers who be slappin' on ya lettuce
 Wrote that in the back of those apartments
 A coupon from agricultural departments
 When we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go
 And start shit, it's the ghetto manifesto
 That's what I'm talking about
 Make me scream and shout
 East, West, North, and South
 Gonna turn this party out, hey
 That's what I'm talking about
 Make me scream and shout
 East, West, North, and South
 Gonna turn this party out, hey
 (* People talking *)
 Call me bird, 'cause of my legs but my ass don't sing
 Got a house arrest anklet but it don't bling bling
 Got a homie with a cell but that shit don't ring
 But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang
 Now it's the hustlin' sound, trick where they muscle around blacks
 Make ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crack
 Even renowned hack-historians have found that
 The people only bound back when they pound back
 So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement
 Defacin' gravements of a sufferin' nascent
 The files are flagrant and that's the fragrance
 I overheard them askin' vagrance for patients
 So check the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes
 From people trying to throw the Bougies in designer bolts
 And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks
 Who all kind of broke
 But bought twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke
 The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle
 So when I say "Burn One" I mean the Star-Spangled
 Let's all get high from the income angle
 Bump this at the party even if it ain't the single
 Here's a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades
 By nannies and maids who be polishin' the suede
 You could let the sess blow but let's make the sets grow
 Into brigades with the ghetto manifesto
 That's what I'm talking about
 Make me scream and shout
 East, West, North, and South
 Gonna turn this party out, hey
 That's what I'm talking about
 Make me scream and shout
 East, West, North, and South
 Gonna turn this party out, hey
 (* People talking *)