Feed My Folks - Cappadonna

Yeah, yeah man

Big up

Wah di bloodclaat

Big up to all massive

Burn Babylon

Crews worldwide

family

The gold carpets

Platinum colored hair

All black on

Holding my Grammy in the air

Yeah;

I fought the good fight

Everybody know I was there

Since '98 I barely had another good year

Homies changed, homegirls changed

The wifey changed, the world changed

Sippin on this nasty champagne

I’m on the campaign but they don’t know my damn pain

Still grateful for my blessings thought I can’t complain

I’m still chillin out

Yeah just do the damn thing

I do my duty yo

Overseas up in Paul McCartney studio

Yea me and my man Simon

Hot gang international

Slip into Bulgaria and drop math too

Droppin shit with Meth and my whole crew

Fucka ya’ll

Shakazulu

Bam bam, boom boom

African moon

The rich dude right here never left but coming back soon

Just on my zigga tho

Same nigga bro

When I was down it was the biggest joke

All I wanted to do was feed my folks

Somebody said yo I’ma sell this dope

Somebody nah put no gun to wi head

Fi do Babylon words, Babylon words, yeah

Fi wi go sell out wi self fi some bread

Still they feelings hurt feelings hurt

And if them tink a small ting

When court a rise up like dirt, up like dirt

Nobody nah put no gun to wi head

Fi do babylon words, Bablylon words

Hey yo I’m back from the slums

I’m back on that newness

And I do give a fuck about who’s more exclusive

Whatever is conducive

That’s where the juice is

Throw up your dueces

This is a Wu blitz

Soundboy a go dead if him eva try fuck with

Champion sound murder everything that come round it

Cappadonna and you know I’m African crown quick

And ganja man know him haffi let di next pound slip

We do if fa di youth

Dem haffi mek di black graduate

Never hesitate fi mek dem come out on the straight tip

Dis di youthAmerica black and dats di greatest

Martin Luther King him a di greatest

Malcolm X yes him a di greatest

Garvey a di greatest

Selassie a di greatest

Every African wi haffi jump off di slave ship

And dem a make it

Farrakhan make it

Elijah make it

The Christ make it

Everybody make it

Wi nah go take it nuh brutality

We haffi rise up

Gwan put on you hoodie

Some a gwan nuhbaddi lookie lookie

Burn Babylon dem ago treat wi like rookie

Speak the truth to the youth

They make system nah soosh me

Lick off dem bumborass if nuhbaddi try push me

A nuh bush weed only good broccoli

Walk in massive Staten Island posse

New York City, WTC

C.A.P.

dem nuh ready

Nah dem nuh ready

Dem fassy deh nuh ready

Wu-Tang are ready

Killa Bee are ready

dem nuh ready

Babylon nuh ready

Fire up di gun an dem nuh ready

Brockhead (echoes)