Promenade

Well, I got a new kinda square dance rap
 Gon' talk smack, flash my gat
 I'm finna spit and hold my dick
 And heat shit up like a thermostat
 Grab your partner by the chaps
 Give your partner a pimp-slap
 To symbolize the ghetto trap
 Step to the right, give three claps
 Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks
 Ain't shit cookin' on the stove but crack
 This is the bat this hell begat
 'Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs
 Two by two promenade
 Duck from a B1 bomber raid
 Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made
 Banks gettin' paid off petrol trade
 Circle eight, do-si-do
 How much cash could a o-z grow
 'Til all are fed and all have beds?
 My skin is Black, my star is red
 FBI come runnin' outside
 Which one of us finna die tonight?
 Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite
 Or make a whole motherfuckin' world ignite?
 Everybody throw them blows
 Right upside your partner's nose
 By now you've got bloody clothes
 Crabs in the barrel, so the story goes
 Think of all their savage acts
 Grabbin' scratch from average cats
 Bureaucrats with strings attached
 Walk in place, light the match
 Two by two promenade
 Duck from a B1 bomber raid
 Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made
 Banks getting paid of petrol trade
 Circle eight, do-si-do
 How much cash could a o-z grow
 'Til all are fed and all have beds?
 My skin is Black, my star is red
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 Everybody get down low
 'Bout the level of your toes
 These dance moves we usually do
 Are not the ones that we have chose
 Grab on to that beat and grind
 Try your best to stay alive
 We can't run, we can't hide
 Might as well just stay and fight
 Two by two promenade
 Duck from a B1 bomber raid
 Ain't bout' the plans Osama made
 Banks getting paid off petrol trade
 Circle eight, do-si-do
 How much cash could a o-z grow
 'Til all are fed and all have beds?
 My skin is Black, my star is red