Take The Blame
By NPC3 (2013)
On album North Pole's Chosen Few (2013)
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It's always the ones with somethin' to say
About the next muthafucka that be bluffin' away
Nothin' but lame, but they feel they need someone to blame
For they ways, but still remain stuck in they pain and shame
How could you blame me? Sittin' lookin' angry
Tryin' to say we the reason your kids are crazy
I'm thinkin' maybe you should raise your babies
Lookin' for somebody to blame, believe it ain't me
Call me cynical, this shit is political
They gon' try to break you before you can hit your pinnacle
This a twisted system, shit is pitiful
900 million are starvin' and we be getting full
In a world where murder is never minimal
Tell me how the hell are my lyrics so fuckin' critical
I got to quote 2Pac on this statement
Shit, I was given this world, I didn't make it
Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin'
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame
You claim I'm the one to blame, when your kids misbehave, thrown' they fist in a rage
Drinkin', twisting' up the Jane, even though you did the same at a younger age, kinda strange
Is it the words that I say or the way they was raised poor?
Supervision and more, television wit gore
Sex driven whores sleepin' around for what they can't afford
But you wasn't warned, now your children aren't the ones you once adored
Am I the one to blame for the homeless and the gangs?
For the murder and the rape takin' place in your state?
Cuz it's a little too late to put the shit on my plate, let's cut straight to the chase
You people make your own fate from the choices you make, not the verses I spit
You hatin' hypocrites are makin' me sick
So keep makin' accusations, I'ma keep makin' hits
But start trippin', test my patience, and u might get split, cuz I ain't guilty of shit
Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin'
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame
Jokers get curious, why so serious?
Question blind fury, closed eyes witness scary rhyme fitness
Propose self in opposition of your disapproval
Dislike bruisin' then stop bitchin' bitches, stick and move it
Lifted off this prescription which makes removal of sickness the focus, get hip to my raucous 'fore I fuckin' lose it
Could use a bowl to poop in, so I can drop pollution
The only time they're the shit is when I digest a poop head
I'm so shook up, y'all interrogatin' my motives
The backbone of your rap's fucked like scoliosis
Depth causin' quitters livers jitters like cirrhosis
Uprootin' soul sickness like the devil's vultures
I aim to strike the host of your parasitic flow
Create a guilty conscience, make a pair of critics show
Cause a spirit's fright like the stairs to heaven full
So they'll be takin' flight, congregatin' with the glow
Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin'
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame
Never switch lanes like rich lames, spin like the blades on Escalades, wait
Aim your finger and blame, but we ain't playin' that way
What the five fingers say to the face? Go ask Rick James
Erase your reputation, gone without a trace like takin' a vacation with free masons out to Vegas
Ask the vultures where you is at, Mossberg, Demo and Zack hater huntin' where you live at
P-O-C kill it, bring it back
Heavy like catchin' cinder blocks and sandbags, blaze flames with the slang
Orangutan, ape shit, hands drag, dangerous like taken' hand drags from crack pipes, last days
Pickin' ass out the ashtray, take off your mask, act your age
Back track and examine your path jackass
Ass-backwards flipping' your half ass average rapper right inside of a casket
Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin'
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame
About the next muthafucka that be bluffin' away
Nothin' but lame, but they feel they need someone to blame
For they ways, but still remain stuck in they pain and shame
How could you blame me? Sittin' lookin' angry
Tryin' to say we the reason your kids are crazy
I'm thinkin' maybe you should raise your babies
Lookin' for somebody to blame, believe it ain't me
Call me cynical, this shit is political
They gon' try to break you before you can hit your pinnacle
This a twisted system, shit is pitiful
900 million are starvin' and we be getting full
In a world where murder is never minimal
Tell me how the hell are my lyrics so fuckin' critical
I got to quote 2Pac on this statement
Shit, I was given this world, I didn't make it
Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin'
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame
You claim I'm the one to blame, when your kids misbehave, thrown' they fist in a rage
Drinkin', twisting' up the Jane, even though you did the same at a younger age, kinda strange
Is it the words that I say or the way they was raised poor?
Supervision and more, television wit gore
Sex driven whores sleepin' around for what they can't afford
But you wasn't warned, now your children aren't the ones you once adored
Am I the one to blame for the homeless and the gangs?
For the murder and the rape takin' place in your state?
Cuz it's a little too late to put the shit on my plate, let's cut straight to the chase
You people make your own fate from the choices you make, not the verses I spit
You hatin' hypocrites are makin' me sick
So keep makin' accusations, I'ma keep makin' hits
But start trippin', test my patience, and u might get split, cuz I ain't guilty of shit
Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin'
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame
Jokers get curious, why so serious?
Question blind fury, closed eyes witness scary rhyme fitness
Propose self in opposition of your disapproval
Dislike bruisin' then stop bitchin' bitches, stick and move it
Lifted off this prescription which makes removal of sickness the focus, get hip to my raucous 'fore I fuckin' lose it
Could use a bowl to poop in, so I can drop pollution
The only time they're the shit is when I digest a poop head
I'm so shook up, y'all interrogatin' my motives
The backbone of your rap's fucked like scoliosis
Depth causin' quitters livers jitters like cirrhosis
Uprootin' soul sickness like the devil's vultures
I aim to strike the host of your parasitic flow
Create a guilty conscience, make a pair of critics show
Cause a spirit's fright like the stairs to heaven full
So they'll be takin' flight, congregatin' with the glow
Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin'
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame
Never switch lanes like rich lames, spin like the blades on Escalades, wait
Aim your finger and blame, but we ain't playin' that way
What the five fingers say to the face? Go ask Rick James
Erase your reputation, gone without a trace like takin' a vacation with free masons out to Vegas
Ask the vultures where you is at, Mossberg, Demo and Zack hater huntin' where you live at
P-O-C kill it, bring it back
Heavy like catchin' cinder blocks and sandbags, blaze flames with the slang
Orangutan, ape shit, hands drag, dangerous like taken' hand drags from crack pipes, last days
Pickin' ass out the ashtray, take off your mask, act your age
Back track and examine your path jackass
Ass-backwards flipping' your half ass average rapper right inside of a casket
Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin'
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame
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