Artist: Dungeon Masta Album: Wishful Thinking Song: Been Thru Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Dungeon Masta] Your people don't have a clue, what we go through Your people don't have an idea, what we been through [Dungeon Masta] As I dwell in my social trip for heaven and hell A dark force inside me will cause me to yell Cuz I gotta pull a hole, if I didn't, I make bail If I had my way, I'd burn down all the jails Watching all these cats and deaths that look frail Overbase security guard, ready to tell If you spaz out, as out, straight to the 'why me' pen Hit 'em in the chin, before they pull they 'why me' pin Ding ding ding, ultra the races, riot gears off of trouble If you at not, we can take over the bubble You think we won't get to the lady C.O.? That be the ones to get it first Don't trust a shorty, congratulate she stripping I've been locked down so long, even the ugly ones look good Don't get gassed, I saw your forest and you're robbing her For your chin plates, sit down on the chair that did techs Metal pull ya drawers down, sins looking up For loonies, random searches, disrespecting people Living quarters, treating grown men like babies Then they wonder why they wilding [Chorus 2X] [Dungeon Masta] All inside my mental and dig deep How many MC's must I put to sleep You talk mad shit, when you roll with your peeps Creep up on ya, uh uh, blow up ya jeep In the P's, enemies get stuck for keys Tragedies, co-signments, penalties for the indies The only thing that's left from ya, is memories Tragedies, caught up in a rage, next page Cost a mad ransom, fam, get ya dough up Black & Spanish cats, found the four, when they blow up How many rap cats you know that got open cases So much drama, now it's all going to waste How dare you hold ya head high, when you're a disgrace When the dough runs out, like sour gas face You won't be able to afford to live in your place Lifestyle erase, go home and find a trace [Chorus 3X] [Dungeon Masta] As I think of an easier way to escape My mindstate, is ready to claim your fate The only thing I feel in my heart now is hate I'm not doing too great, for dough, I can't wait If you want to make a move, don't hesitate My ratchet don't discriminate, only penetrate Elevate your soul, while your corpse disintegrate Feeling mad lifted, as I'm twisted off the grape If you want it bad enough, then come and get it Death upon 'em, in the undustry who shhhh I'm saying no names, but you know who you are What's race you liable to catch a hot one, hot one [Chorus 4X]