Filthy Buck 50 (feat. Redman) Lyrics

Alarms sound off whenever I step in

'Cause my light skin hides my melanin like a concealed weapon

I was born of race-mixing, which used to be illegal

But my ass is so American I can keister a bald eagle

And I’ll have all your brains splatter with this release

Even Black Lives Matter will scream “Call the police!”

Someone murdered the rap game and I’m the prime suspect

But it wasn’t a crime of passion because I wasn’t in love yet

Committing lyrical destruction makes my heart pound

And I declare sanctuary in the sound of the underground

I’ll have the police going in circles like they’re in Nascar

And have the charges dropped like the MOAB in Nangarhar

The DOJ’s case will have deliberation in arbitration

When they realize we have the same gang affiliation

USP Leavenworth is where I married the pen game

Made it love, honor, obey and take on my rap name

So, talk your trash! You’re just another one of those

Being clowned by a bozo with Pakistan’s nuclear launch codes

Am I psychotic or just misunderstood?

Try to walk a mile in my shoes and you’ll be barefoot

I’ll get all I got coming in due time but for now I’ll

Go to a birthday party dressed as Barney just to headline

Your babysitter’s wearing headphones while my shit slaps

Taken by my music like getting kidnapped while the kid naps

I’ll start a campaign for the people in the rearview mirror

With a primary focus of conducting a reign of terror

Start a party whose got all options on the table

'Cause I’m running independent like I got my own label

I think we should execute sex offenders that prey on family

Members who use children’s menus to order their chicken tenders

And I could scroll through the registry and take my pick

But the district attorney will say I’m the one who’s sick?

That’s the backwards philosophy of the world we live in

Where innocence is taken and justice rarely given

But I ain't Terry Crews, you can’t just reach out and touch

That’s the reason I don’t expect to get respected as much

People might diss me and expect me to respond

I can squad wipe them like Call of Duty when I respawn

But the animal they try taming will keep gaming and would

Rather keep playing than focus on the none sense their saying

Because they pop pills so they can smile on the surface

But descend into hell searching for a deeper purpose

If you’re tired of these rappers on the scene promoting blasphemy

Treat me like you would Joel Osteen and Cash App me

Because my bars are down and dirty and bad to the bone

But I’m covered in God’s graces and never walking alone

Yet I drop so many bombs while I’m on the microphone

The U.S. Army thinks I’m using it to pilot their drone

I don’t fear the atmosphere a perfect storm brewing

By people overly concerned with whatever it is I’m doing

Each and every one of my moves they’ll be reviewing

And it won’t be too long before they think I’m paid and start suing

But I’m just a panhandler rapper acting shifty and

They’ll try to run my pockets for a filthy buck fifty

I grew up broke, but there’s a better way, there’s gotta be

So I took a gamble, hit the studio to play the lottery

I gotta thank God for his mercy and endless forgiveness

And for giving me an outlet to express my mental sickness

I think trying to be a good man is totally worth it

But I’m not gonna pretend like everything in here is perfect

I strive to be above the world like a NASA astronaut who’s

Looking down at a global satanic government plot

Regret and fear, the greatest pirates of humankind

If you want a buried treasure, uncover the thoughts of my mind

Unless yall the type of lazy that don’t value this game

But I’m the type of crazy that’ll put Kanye to shame

I’m like a rabid dog barking, snarling before it bites

Sarah McLachlan, they’re trying to get me, don’t I have animal rights

Evaded the urge for drama like pest control until it caught me

But for just sixty cents a day, you could adopt me

Just don’t try to civilize me and make me your next of kin

Because I’m a savage going doo-doo in the place that you’re living

You really oughta cut back on that crack you’re smoking

Because it should’ve been a given, I can’t be housebroken

If you think I started just to stop here, wait and see

I’ll lift my leg and pee so you can visualize my legacy

I’m not an old yeller, but they want me pushing up daisies

'Cause my influence in hip hop could give birth to babies with rabies

But don’t stress about my fleas when you got termites

'Cause my first rhymes could be my last night’s last rites