Ignorance Is Bliss

原文

Lord forgive me

Kill him where he stand and stand over him

Shake his hand, then jump back in that minivan

Double back to his block and blam

I ain't backin' down for nothin'

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 yo' corner

Coroners comfort yo' momma

"Momma, he's dead," the next mornin'

I toasted up with my homies

We drink and smoke marijuana

Want us to change our ways? Uh-huh

You see this game we play come from

Uncles that raised me in Compton

Ask me what I have accomplished

I don't know, I don't have conscience

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies

I'm headhuntin', no sympathy

Ain't no love when you in these streets

Just get somethin', protect yo' neck

'Cause they comin' for sets, respect

Split your onion, then chop yo' deck

Your head tumblin' like gymnastics (ooh...)

'Cause ignorance is bliss

Now everybody put yo' hands up high

If you don't give a fuck, put yo' hands up high

This the hardest shit you've heard from L.A. this far

And I'm this far from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all

We all tryna ball, and when I got the rock, I'll dish off

Until the day I pistol-whip you posers 'til y'all pissed off

Then peel off in a hoopty

Come back and make these niggas wanna shoot me

And they bitches wanna salute me or seduce me

Indubitably, I'm too street, indubitably, I'ma do me

Better than yo' bitch would, 'cause you niggas too weak

But just give me two 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 readin', I'm foreseein' you niggas vanish

Not only from the rap game, I'm includin' the planet

Cats so watered-down, clowns can sink Titanic

Tie titanium around they neck and watch 'em panic

Gimme respect, dammit, or get damaged

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Apparently, you're a parrot, mockin' 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' the comments

The critics are callin' me conscious

But truthfully, every shooter be callin' me Compton

So truthfully, only callin' me Kweli and Common?

Proves, that ignorance is bliss

Now everybody put yo' hands up high

If you don't give a fuck, put yo' hands up high

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from L.A. this far

And I'm this far, from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all

This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball

And they wonder why these California earthquakes hittin' so hard

I'm So-Cal, you so-called rappers need to go call Ghostbusters

'Cause you busters are Casper when I go off

I show up to show out and show off

You a hundred percent behind me

And if you are, then wreck yo' car

And walk up to my crime scene

I remember bein' 17, wishin' someone would sign me

Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me

Backin' down bargains, backin' down bitches

We gon' flip her

Once she off that blue dolphin, you gon' tip her

'Cause 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