Extradite
Freddie Gibbs

feat. Black Thought

Produced By: Mikhail & Speakerbomb



[Intro]

The devil is a motherfuckin' liar

Straight kill 'em

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Here we come though


[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

Took his order, then I served his quarter like five nickels

Man, I'll stay on point like icicle

Niggas can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles

Took my money to the source, and said Fuck the man in the middle

Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy

Erica was the bag lady, I was the bag boy

Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage

Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves

In this new age, dude's wage is fugaz'

I'm the whole gallon and half pint like School Daze

I been killin' 'em, since Kool Moe Dee, Ra', Kool, 'Face

Zero dollars, zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang, nigga


[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]

Yeah, nigga

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday

Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day

And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday


[Verse 2: Black Thought]

I used to lay in bed, starin' at the ceilin' fan

Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a killer gram

Tryna understand, why I wanna kill a man

With high hopes like rubber tree, plants, and ants

We cheat death, with each breath,the only one who make -

It last forever is Keith Sweat,you ever see a -

Body lyin' dead, in the streets yet, then eat breakfast?

Swallow forced beliefs, like police justice

If my city is like yours, then cereal scratch

Fingerprints is wiped off, if people seem to -

Always have somethin' to fight for, but still end up -

In the state pen, or the psych ward - It's lights off

They catch so many casualties, it's like war

That's the reason, I don't believe in the hype, y'all

The devil talkin' bout, he wanna extradite y'all

Now I'm the nigga, He shinin' the search light for


[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]

Yeah, nigga

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday

Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day

And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday



[Interlude]

Here we come now, here we come now

Yeah, freestyle nigga


[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]

Homie showed me a 9 milli, and 9 nickel

Man, I'll stay on point like icicle

Say you got that yola, your fishscale lookin' fickle

They like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't official

I got thousand dollar jeans, on my ass cheek

Cousin got her lights, and her gas cut last week

How that make me look, if I don't help her get up on her feet?

She keep a different nigga, now she in there, pregnant every week

I pray you, take these devils out our life, lord - That's our vice, lord

Baby momma's come with the drama, made her my wife lord

Know I'm doing, no hope you see I'm trying to do right, lord

Shake 'em up and blowin' the dice, I pray the price, lord, lord


[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]

Yeah, nigga

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday

'Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day

And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly

Yeah, yeah, and if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday


[Verse 4: Black Thought]

Yo, my memoirs are like the Anarchist's Cookbook

Meets the Tom Ford spring/summer look book

Some people wanna see me hanging from a good hook

Instead I hang with a language and slang in -

The anguish, and pain fit as well, cause it came with us

After all these years, carrying this shame with us

Now the entire planet, is going insane with us

Seven year old kids, carrying flame spitters

Fortified fences, mortify senses

Crossfire, miss my little daughter, by inches

Chemical dependence, medical expenses

But no amount of money on earth, can buy vengeance

Writing a life sentence, sirens, fire engines

Tyrants, seen through the eyes, of the wide lenses

Senseless crimes, cause some of us want to drive Benzes

But are you tryna ride with us, or against us?


[Outro: Louis Farrakhan]

As long as they kill us

And go to Wendy’s and have a burger and go to sleep

They gon' keep killing us

But when we die and they die

Then soon we gon' sit at a table, and talk about it, retired

We want some of this earth

Or we'll this goddamn country apart!

Assalamualaikum!


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