Artist: Professor Griff and The Last Asiatic Disciples Album: Pawns in the Game Song: Love Thy Enemy Typed by: cureforlife399@gmail.com [Intro: Professor Griff] Forgive me for I have sinned [Professor Griff] I firmly think it's a crime to drop dime On a brother of your own kind A damned disgrace to show your face Give you something I can chew this bass On your own race In a D.O.A. case So sample this, my 8-0-8 disk Then don't you dare miss The L.A.D. kickin' in action Tell your next of kin of the colored attraction The A.G.S. the black ghetto assassin Will destroy the thought of you colored in the White House Now you quiet as a goddamn church mouse You distort the scripture as you paint the picture Of the man who paid the ultimate price He gave his life Six thousand years later you claim to be doin' us a favor By painting his face green, right? Wrong Check God's song Read the headlines Doin' the whitelines Sellin' out to the white lady Suzi's pile of toot drive me crazy Committing the worst of sin Heh, and now you're doin' it again Kill from K.C., you see A sheep from the black nation Who's on the mental starvation Lack of the right food, I know it's rude But I'm here and I got mine Up my sleeve no tricks but a nine And I'll find time to rock this jam If I can Disguised in Levi's The blinds of lies You tell the North America jail cell Two thousand by three thousand Fifty states Haloes, wings and the pearly white gates We'll escape the rapture After the black capture their freedom Now, are you willing and able To be the place at your table For the black man I might surprise ya, it's Elijah Give me the mic and a stage Then, turn the page Checkin' for a anti-nazi raid Release the pen for the ravage So lost in a metal passage You think you're grown then hold your own Get the fuck off the telephone And beat me, then you'll see I'm pullin' ya back With some black facts To counterattack that bullshit 'Cause I ain't havin' it Nor am I wit' it Ya ball-of-confusing me is nonsense It's not worth about two cents It's pathetic to think you're Semitic It's always done by those of a foolish critic, got it You can fool the blind But now it's time to rhyme, check this out, UHH Now if you got a problem I toke you in My knees won't bend But if you wanna dance, I take a chance Grab the D and get lazy To please some sorry ass milktoast faggot you must be crazy It was serious, you see Lee shocked me Into a state of unanwareness of the real problem - Cash Oh, no, G, I bust your ass Huhh! I got a work jacket, and the tools to match Nigger ain't clean With a poison cap, HUHH The short guy has a complex So who's next to expect, me to apologize And the tears in my eyes will never fall As I give you the last and final call Come on, HUHH Aww yeah Together forever Brother to brother, P.E. I like dat HUHH