Yes, yes, y'all.

Yo, it's a state of emergency.

Everybody buckle down.

You ain't got to like me, but I'm pitching from the mound.

So first things first, on behalf of all my ladies, I forever speak the truth, even if they call me crazy.

Second to the dudes, let's set the record straight I'm a lover, not a hater, but y'all sound so plagued

I am not your bitch.

I am not your hoe.

Don't wanna see your dick or hold your platinum or gold.

I don't wanna bend over.

Don't wanna touch myself.

If you ugly, you ugly.

That's not change by wealth.

Brills will make you fine, noble diamonds in the bezel.

Shot scars ain't really sexy, know it's working with the devil.

I'm flesh and blood, a woman with grace.

Never strike me out of anger or to put me in my place.

What kind of dude are you if you can't even be a man?

There's no you without me, but you don't understand.

It's a whole lot of poison, this here's some remedy.

A whole lot of lies, here's some truth to it.

If it's all about the money, it's gone all wrong.

It's too many of us dying for the same old song.

This here is the intermission.

Music for y'all from the Soul Kitchen.

This year is the intermission.

Music for y'all from the Soul Kitchen.

Some cats are really gangsters, but most of y'all not.

You just wrote a catchy tune that crossed over to pop, and then the whole world believed you.

But I didn't.

That's the beauty about the truth.

I can stand by what I've written.

So when I hear you say it's just entertainment and I'm.

Like an actor, this is the vision I painted.

I'm like, nah, dude.

You playing a role at the expense of a youth who don't know glitter from gold.

Got the white kids thinking, this I hate to say, my nigga.

They're like, oh, that's so gangster.

I'm like.

Go figure, it's a disconnect between your music and your life.

You play make believe in session and go home to your wife.

I like to walk in a shop.

Flip through CDs that have stickers on the front for everyone to see to say, this is truth and this is fiction.

This was all imagined.

This was really lived in.

There's a whole lot of poison, but this here's ceramic.

A whole lot of lies.

Here's some truth, Sid.

If it's all about the money, it's gone all wrong.

It's too many of us dying for the same old same old.

This here is the intermission Music for y'all from the Soul Kitchen

This year is the intermission.

Music for y'all from the Soul Kitchen.

When I got raped, I should have snitched, but I didn't know how.

But if it happened here and now, I would shut you down.

When my father was murdered,

Snitch with the purpose.

Got the details and then sang all the verses.

You touch my mother, I be snitching for true.

What you wouldn't?

Fuck you.

You're confused.

You call it street code, but I laugh at that.

Run your mouth so much on records that the feds should holler back.

Little kid saying, put snitches and ditches.

I can't follow on that because the cycle's so vicious.

We all got choices, and there's things you don't say, but I'm so disgusted about Pac, Big, and Jay.

Somebody know something, and it ain't been handled yet.

We all say we loved them once a year.

Burn candles.

And this type of shit happens every day in every corner of the world, not just the USA.

If it's all about the money, it's gone all wrong.

It's too many of us dying for the same old song.

This here is the intermission.

Music for y'all from the Soul Kitchen.

This here is the intermission.

Music for y'all from the Soul Kitchen.