Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside)

Verse One: Ice Cube
Peace - dont make me laugh!
All I hear is mother******s rappin sucotash
Livin large, tellin me to get out the gang
Im a *************, gotta live by the trigger
How the ************* do you figure?
that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease?!
Every cop killer goes ignored
They just send another ************* to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a ** *********** about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, theyd probably be a friend of me
Since Im young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a *************s neck
Cuz Im the one with the trunk of funk
And ************* tha Police in the tape deck
You should listen to me cuz theres more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other color dont know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside...
Verse Two:
You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh
Cuz we aint got it too good in America
I cant ************* with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of ************ *
It was plain and simple
The 9mm went to the temple
was the sound I put the ************* down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with trash I had to lay back
Mad as * ************, thinkin about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
Its gettin critical - I stole a 5.0
I let it go - drive real slow
I yelled out Ice Cube sucka
The shot-gun kicked - and it murdered mother******s
I told you last album
when I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that **** *********s die young
But to the light side it dont matter none
Itll be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the darkside...
Verse Three: Chuck D
Standing in the middle of war
In the middle we flex
When we die, we wont make +Jet+
+Ebony+ cant see to the lightside
The term they apply to us is a *************
Call it what you want, cause Im comin from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Whos black - dont wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin
Who the ************* are they foolin?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face
as they wonder whats under my waist
[Standin on the verge] of them gettin brown
thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet Cube, they cant ************* with the darkside!