Lord forgive me

[Verse 1]
Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand
Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam I ain't backing down for nothing
I'ma back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man
Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner; [bad word] your mama
"Mama he's dead", the next morning I toasted up with my homies
We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh
You see this game we [bad word] from uncles that raised me [bad word] Ask me what I have [bad word] I don't know I don't have conscience
I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; I'm head hunting
No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something
Protect ya neck cuz [bad word]  for sets, respect, split your onion
Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics
Cause ignorance is bliss

[Hook]
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you don't give a [bad word]  put your hands up high

[Verse 2]
This the hardest [bad word] you've heard from LA this far
And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off
We all tryna ball and when I got the rock I'll dish off
Until the day I pistol whip you posers till ya'll [bad word] off
Then peel off, in a [bad word] back and make these niggas wanna shoot me
And they [bad word] wanna salute me or seduce me
Indubitably I'm too street
Indubitably I'mma do me
Better than your [bad word] would
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading; I'm foreseeing you niggas vanish
Not only from the rap game, I'm including the planet
Cats so watered down clowns can sink Titanic
Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic
Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged
Die young, corpse identified by your parents
Apparently you're a parrot
Mocking me and my blueprint
But I won't share it just make you cop it then call you a sheriff
Stop it, I'm hearin' [bad word] The critics are calling me conscious
But [bad word]  every shooter be callin' [bad word] So [bad word]  only calling me Kweli [bad word] 
Proves that ignorance is bliss

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And this still the hardest [bad word] you've heard from LA this far
And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off
This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball
And they wonder why these California earthquakes hit so hard
I'm So-Cal, you so-called rappers need to go call
Ghostbusters to shoot busters I'm Casper when I go off
I show up, to show out and show off
You a hundred percent behind me
And if you hard then wreck your car and walk up to my crime scene
I remember being 17 wishing someone would sign me
Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me
Backin' down bargains
Backin' down [bad word] We gon' flip her once she off that blue dolphin
You gon' tip her
Cuz ignorance is bliss
And Willie B, I'm a fool on yo beats, I bleed out the speaker as the speaker that spoke when they didn't speak