Downset Downset
Well, I'm doing this from that place where the young bodies stick to bluest of blue skies.
A child grown quick kicking it with an ice-pick,
age of 8 babyface straight-up scared to die.
Seen 1 little, 2 little, 3 little homocides.
Kids don't rank so they shank in front of baby eyes.
Bullet-scarred!
Prison-barred!
The one times got my face to the ground - they want me down.
Downset at the bottom.
On the come up to say some!
Down Downset at the bottom!
Coming up from the slum!
Down! Down!
Down! Down!
Bonze complexion!
Converse and khakis enoughfor the fuss of a C.R.A.S.H. to straight jack me.
Brotha, brotha, brotha, how you make 'em get down?
Systematic static can't stifle the set's sound.
Jack for the mic and I'll still get it going on,
making my statement with a fatcap and Krylon.
Pee-ping my voice from the L.A. underground,
the plan from the man is to demand they keep me down!
Downset at the bottom!
Got ya!
Got ya!
Yeah you know I straight ya!
Reveal to heal in our sectarian obstacles.
Wipe the dirt off the eyes of the hate child,
damn with the programm imposed since the juvenile.
Shit is so thick, you don't want to deal with it.
Set's got heart to consist like an activist.
Ain't going to live in comfort while shit gets worde.
I got the voice of the voiceless and life comes first.
So what are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
What you gonna do when the shit comes down on you?
The set's gonna be down, yeah you know,
like we've always been, the ghetto survivors got no soldier extinction.
The man ain't down with multiethic ethics;
division is wicked and Downset ain't with it.
My word is my fire for life and love is the sound.
You got to kill me to silence me, fool.
You can't keep me down.
Downset at the bottom! Freedom in a cage!
