Artist: DJ JS-1 f/ Sabac Red, Sick Jacken, Slaine Album: No One Cares Song: How We Think Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Sick Jacken] Street kid royalty, Kings cause of loyalty Don't rat, don't die, reap what the spoils be Hopin that the cops and the feds keep ignorin me If they ask questions you can bet that's where my lawyer be Small minds checkmate, the pigs tryin to get him and arrest hate Pharmaceuticals to get my head straight My mind open, psycho when I put the coke in That's why I sound a little strange when my words are spoken Laws are broken by the token crime often Nine times out of dimes rap chimed with the square motion And so the game's changed, from shooting range to shooting kites to feds to paperwork that's full of names That's why I'm on a solo tip Cause the one-sided gun don't flip, that's just my new shit Though the concept of my crimey is behind me You can still find me, in the presence of a sick army [Chorus: various samples] {"Do I gotta play the role just to be liked?"} {"Get yours, I'mma get mine"} {"That's why I write the shit I write in my raps"} {"You know how we think - I'ma get, mine"} {"Rap, hip-hop, underground, mainstream"} {"Get yours, I'ma get mine"} {"That's why I write the shit I write my raps"} {"You know how we think - I'ma get, mine"} [Slaine] I paint a picture of the streets, her-on fiends and thieves With rotted teeth in the alleys when they spotted police I'm the rowdy cry of addiction and the voice of despair Like the hope that burns inside 'em put the noise in his ear Like beside him full of poison with his boys out of lock up Ridin beside him, riding and dyin hard in the iron I'm the poster child for white America gone wrong Before you figure me out, I'm long gone They call me Slaine cause I speak through the dyin eyes of a wise soul that cries cold through each story that I've told Crafted in my fabric, I'm not just rappin to music Apparently what's happened: I have captured a movement Splashin the absolute juice through intrusive truths I'm the old fashioned new sense of a nuisance's noose They're callin out for help from the heart of the youthless youth That's what happens when you stop just doin you for you [Chorus] [Sabac Red] I'm all about the people and progression, porn flicks and politics A lot of it's ironic, got a long list of followers with silencers attached, they shoot up the house It's pure chaos like the cover of "The Future Is Now" My goons move in a crowd, keep it under control then BP your bitch, feed her things and plug up her holes At my shows grown folks throw they sets in the air I've been with fans smoke boges, drink Mexican beer Al-Jahir, Al-Jihad, do you believe in the God? I'm aware I stand somewhere between the seas and the stars Police in their cars, playin games of evens and odds and creepin the yard, now you leavin bleedin with scars I speak these bars to escape it, fuck the fake shit I hate it I wanna shapeshift that Diggin In The Crate shit My patience and kindness turned hatred to violence I pray for the day we read sacred environments [Chorus]