Ignorance Is Bliss — текст песни

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 backing down for nothing

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 saying that a 187 land on your corner

Coroners comfort your momma

«Momma, he’s dead,» the next morning

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 dumping

On enemies; I’m head huntin', no sympathy, ain’t no love

When you in these streets, just get something

Protect your neck 'cause they coming

For sets, respect, split your onion

Then chop your deck

Your head tumbling like gymnastics (Ooh…)

'Cause ignorance is bliss

Now everybody put your hands up high

If you don’t give a fuck, put your hands up high

This the hardest shit you’ve heard from LA 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 hooptie

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 your 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 reading; I’m foreseeing you niggas vanish

Not only from the rap game, I’m including the planet

Cats so watered-down clowns can sink Titanic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch 'em panic

Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Apparently, you’re a parrot, mocking 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 calling me conscious

But truthfully, every shooter be callin' me Compton

So truthfully, only calling me Kweli and Common?

Proves… that ignorance is bliss

Now everybody put your hands up high

If you don’t give a fuck, put your hands up high

And this still the hardest shit you’ve heard from LA 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 your 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 your beats

I bleed out the speaker

As the speaker that spoke when they didn’t speak