Da Lench Mob Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Ankle Blues

"Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record

 is not just a blues record - but we want a document.

 An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people

 against the white devil slavemasters."

 

 [Verse One]

 Sittin at the pad watchin cops

 Trippin off the pigs keepin niggaz off the block

 But don't let a nigga get got out the ghetto

 cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto

 is a motherfuckin no-no

 Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet

 Mr. Billyclub and (who?) Mr. Concrete

 Face down on the pavement

 Keepin niggaz out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it

 But vice verse the kicks

 And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick

 Fee fie foe fum, the niggaz overcome

 Everything is numb and it's filmed at eleven

 It's like bustin caps at the bunny

 You get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummy

 They didn't have a fuckin clue (fuck you!)

 Yeahh, it's time to get the ankle blues

 

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 

 "He is the epitome.. of anti-disestablishmentarism"

 {*scratch*} "What's your latest hit brother?"

 

 [Verse Two]

 We caught the punk pluggin on our block

 He looked like he's armed so I went for my glock

 Call up the homies, look like we got one

 Lay on the ground paleface, and that's when the fun begun

 We beat him down like we were loco

 (and said, "Fuck John Lennon") - (AND HIS PUNK BITCH YOKO)

 Steady takin charge of the neighborhood

 We got a nine-eleven call on another fuckin peckerwood

 We rolled up on him and he broke

 He looked like he was tryin to sell some fuckin dope

 Nope; we ain't goin out like that

 That's when I let his ass have it with the gat

 Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks

 He will never sell dope to another fuckin black

 (cause it's like that)

 It's untraced without a clue (fuck you!)

 Yeahh, his ass caught the ankle blues

 

 Chorus

 

 [Verse Three]

 Nigga nigga nigga nigga, nigga damn fool

 (MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO!)

 House made nigga's on his way with a fat pay

 But the motherfuckers, paid for his doomsday

 We laid in the cut for some days

 Trippin off this nigga lookin like he's in a daze

 What do whitey what do whitey really wanna know?

 The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo - yo

 We hung him by his neck til it snapped

 That's when my homey woke me up out my nap (wake up 'loc)

 Wakin back up to the signs of reality

 Trippin off the shit that we watchin on TV

 Them motherfuckers think I'm soft (PSYCH)

 It's a sign of the Lench Mob settin it off

 It's untraced without a clue

 It's the niggaz, that's catchin the ankle blues!

 

 Chorus

 

 {*scratch*} "What's your latest hit brother?"

 {*scratch*} "What's your latest hit brother?"