Ankle Blues

Listen now Blind Baby what we want to go for on this record
Is not just a blues record, but we want a document.
An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people
Against the white devil slave masters

Sittin' at the pad watchin' cops
Trippin' off the pigs keepin' niggaz off the block
But don't let a nigga get got out the ghetto
'Cause you know gettin' caught out the ghetto
Is a motherfuckin' no-no
'Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet
Mr. Billyclub and (who?) Mr. Concrete
Face down on the pavement
Keepin' niggaz out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it
But vice verse the kicks
And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick
Fee fie foe fum, the niggaz overcome
Everything is numb and it's filmed at eleven
It's like bustin' caps at the bunny
You get a buck buck buck, buck shots in the tummy
They didn't have a fuckin' clue (fuck you!)
Yeah, it's time to get the ankle blues

[Chorus: x2]
He is the epitome of anti-disestablishmentarism
What's your latest hit brother?

We caught the punk pluggin' on our block
He looked like he's armed so I went for my glock
Call up the homies, look like we got one
Lay on the ground paleface, and that's when the fun begun
We beat him down like we were loco
(And said, "Fuck John Lennon") (and his punk bitch Yoko)
Steady takin' charge of the neighborhood
We got a nine-eleven call on another fuckin' pecker wood
We rolled up on him and he broke
He looked like he was tryin' to sell some fuckin' dope
Nope, we ain't goin' out like that
That's when I let his ass have it with the gat
Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks
He will never sell dope to another fuckin' black
('Cause it's like that)
It's untraced without a clue (fuck you!)
Yeah, his ass caught the ankle blues

[Chorus: x2]

Nigga nigga nigga nigga, nigga damn fool
(Monkey see, monkey do!)
House made nigga's on his way with a fat pay
But the motherfuckers, paid for his doomsday
We laid in the cut for some days
Trippin' off this nigga lookin' like he's in a daze
What do whitey what do whitey really want to know?
The outcome of a sellout, is an Oreo yo
We hung him by his neck til it snapped
That's when my homey woke me up out my nap (wake up 'loc)
Wakin' back up to the signs of reality
Trippin' off the shit that we watchin' on TV
Them motherfuckers think I'm soft (psych)
It's a sign of the Lench Mob settin' it off
It's untraced without a clue
It's the niggaz, that's catchin' the ankle blues!

[Chorus: x2]

What's your latest hit brother?
What's your latest hit brother?