Extradite
Freddie Gibbs feat. Black Thought Lyrics

Took his order then I served him a quarter like five nickels
I gave him one-fourth of what he asked for, dividing his demand into five parts

Man, I'll stay on point like icicle
I'll stay sharp and focused like the tip of a frozen water droplet

Niggas can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
People cannot interpret or solve my complex and puzzling lyrics

Took my money to the source and said fuck the man in the middle
I went to the direct source and disregarded any intermediary or middleman taking a cut

Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy
We had access to drugs of various types and potencies

Erica was the bag lady, I was the bag boy
Erica transported and supplied the drugs, while I packaged and distributed them

Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage
Our choices were limited to minimum wage jobs or a life of imprisonment

Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
Society is constructing a system of confinement and oppression that creates and sustains social subjugation

In this new age
In this contemporary era

Dude's wage is fugaze
This person's salary is fake or illusory

I'm the whole gallon and half pint like school days
I am both abundant and limited, like the milk sizes offered in school cafeterias

I been killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
I have been rap battling and defeating opponents since the days of Kool Moe Dee, Rakim, and Biz Markie

Zero dollars zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang nigga
I have no money and no patience for disrespect, and will use my gun if necessary

Yeah, nigga
An exclamation of emphasis or agreement

And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
I will celebrate and revel in the death of evil if it were to happen

Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
I'm skiing on powder as if I were Michael Jackson moonwalking to his hit song 'Beat It'

And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly
I casually and carelessly handle money like it's a game

I used to lay in bed starin' at the ceilin' fan
I spent time lying down, looking aimlessly at the rotating ceiling fan

Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a killer gram
I was experiencing physical pain and wishing I could obtain a potent gram of drugs

Tryna understand why I wanna kill a man
I was attempting to comprehend why I had violent and aggressive tendencies

With high hopes like rubber tree, plants, and ants
I had optimistic ambitions like rubber trees, their sap, and the insects who harvest it

We cheat death with each breath
Every intake and exhale of air delays and defies our ultimate demise

The only one who make it last forever is Keith Sweat
The only person who can make love last forever is R&B singer Keith Sweat

You ever see a body lyin' dead in the streets yet
Have you witnessed a corpse lying lifeless in public before?

Then eat breakfast?
How are you able to eat food so nonchalantly after such a traumatic event?

Swallow forced beliefs like police justice
We accept and internalize unjust social and legal narratives and ideologies out of coercion

If my city is like yours then cereal scratch
If my locale is comparable to yours, everything is expensive and difficult to obtain

Fingerprints is wiped off
We remove evidence of our presence and actions to not be caught

If people seem to always have somethin' to fight for
If individuals are constantly struggling or battling for something

But still end up in the state pen or the psych ward
Despite their efforts or goals, they may still be incarcerated or hospitalized

It's lights off
The end result is failure, defeat, or death

They catch so many casualties it's like war
There are numerous victims and casualties, as if it were a battle or conflict

That's the reason I don't believe in the hype y'all
This is why I am skeptical of trends or popular movements

The devil talkin' bout he wanna extradite y'all
The authorities or oppressive forces are attempting to extradite or remove us from society

Now I'm the nigga they shinin' the search light for
I am the person they are targeting and investigating with intense scrutiny

Here we come now, here we come now
We are arriving and making ourselves known

Yeah, freestyle nigga
An exclamation of improvisation and spontaneity

Homie showed me a 9 milli and 9 nickel
A friend presented me with a 9mm gun and its spare magazine

Say you got that yola, your fishscale lookin' fickle
You claim to have potent cocaine, but the quality is subpar and unreliable

They like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't official
The sneakers on sale at the gas station are counterfeit and not legitimate

I got thousand dollar jeans on my ass cheek
I am wearing expensive and fashionable denim jeans that accentuate my lower body

Cousin got her lights and her gas cut last week
My relative had her electricity and gas utilities terminated recently

How that make me look if I don't help her get up on her feet?
How will it reflect on me if I do not assist and support my cousin during her financial hardships?

She keep a different nigga, now she end up pregnant every week
She is sexually involved with multiple men, resulting in frequent pregnancies

I pray you take these devils out our life, lord
I hope that God removes evil and negative influences from our existence

That's our vice, lord
That is our addiction and downfall

Baby momma's come with the drama, made her my wife lord
Having a child's mother often creates complications and conflicts, yet I still married her

Lord know I'm goin' hope you see I'm trying to do right, lord
God understands that I am striving to live a righteous and decent life

Shake 'em up and blowin' the dice
I am gambling and taking risks, hoping for positive outcomes

I pray the price, lord
I hope that I pay the price of my actions and decisions, and that they have minimal negative consequences

Yo, my memoirs are like the Anarchist's Cookbook
My personal stories and experiences are similar to a controversial book that advocates for radical political and social upheavals

Meets the time, fall, spring, summer look book
They are also like a fashion catalogue showcasing styles for different seasons

Some people wanna see me hanging from a good hook
Certain individuals wish to witness my downfall and demise in a torturous manner

Instead I hang with a language and slang in the anguish
I associate with a community that shares my dialect and verbal expressions during times of suffering and distress

And pain fit as well, cause it came with us
We also possess and share emotional and physical hurt due to our experiences

Now the entire planet is going insane with us
The world is becoming increasingly chaotic and unstable, aligning with our personal struggles

Seven year old kids carrying flame spitters
Young children are now wielding dangerous and destructive weapons

Fortified fences, mortify senses
Security measures and barriers cause emotional and psychological distress

Crossfire miss my little daughter by inches
A conflict or altercation narrowly missed harming my young child

Chemical dependence, medical expenses
I have an addiction to substances and require costly treatments and procedures

But no amount of money on earth can buy vengeance
No wealth or riches can purchase revenge or justice

Writing a life sentence, sirens fire engines
Receiving a severe punishment similar to a lifetime imprisonment while emergency vehicles react to a crime or crisis

Tyrants seen through the eyes of the wide lenses
Oppressive and abusive individuals viewed and analyzed from a broad and comprehensive perspective

Senseless crimes, cause some of us want to drive Benzes
Illogical and unnecessary illegal activities due to the desire for luxury cars and material possessions

But are you tryna ride with us, or against us?
Are you attempting to support and stand with our community and struggles, or are you opposing and fighting us?