Situation in the world yesterday, today and tomorrow

Everybody KNOWS

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows


(L. Cohen)

Aiyo, man you remember that shit Eazy did a while back
mutha****** said wasn't gonna work? (that crazy shit)
Stupid shit man, aiyo Eazy
Why dont you come out from the piano
and bust this crazy shit.

Woke up quick, at about noon
jus' thought that I had to be in Compton soon.
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
before my mother starts bitchin' about ma' friends
About to go and damn near went blind
young niggaz' at the path throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house, and grabbed ma' clip
wit' the mack 10 on the side of ma' hip
bailed outside and pointed ma' weapon
just as i thought the fools kept steppin'
jumped in the fo' hit the juice on ma' ride
I got front back, and side to side
then I let the alpine play (play)
pumpin' new shit by NWA
It was gangsta' gangsta' at the top of the list
then I played my own shit and it went somethin' like this,
Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'
jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold, shootin' some hoops
a car pulls up, who can it be?
a fresh El Camino rollin kilo G
he rolled down his window and he started to say
it's all about makin' that G.T.A.

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya car
knowin' nutin' in life but to be legit
don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit

(Yo man, Get the **** out, Pump that beat,
Muthafucka, say what?)

Down on B's is the place to give me the pace
he said ma' man J.D. is on freebase
the boy J.D. was a friend of mine
'til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal the Alpine
chased him down the street to call a truce
the silly mutha*****' pulls out a deuce deuce
little did he know I had a loaded 12 guage
one sucker dead, L.A. Times front page

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya car
knowin' nutin' in life but to be legit
don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit

(Yo Leroy beer drinkin' breath stinkin' sniffin' glue)

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
so I went to a spot where ma' homeboys chill
the fellas out there makin' 'dat dollar
I pulled up in ma' 6 fo' impala
they greet mewit a 40 and I start drinkin'
and from the 8 ball, my breath starts stinkin'
left to get ma' girl to rock that body
before I left, I hit the bac-ardi
went to her house to get her out of the pad
dumb hoe said somethin' that made me mad
she said somethin' that I couldn't believe
so I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
she started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
reached back like a pimp, slapped the hoe
her father jumped up and he started to shout
so I threw a right cross and knocked his old-ass out

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya car
knowin' nutin' in life but to be legit
don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit

(Who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff?
rock this muthafucka' like the hard three tha' hard way)

I'm rollin' hard, now under control
then wrapped the 6 fo' round a telephone pole
I looked at ma' car and I said "oh brother"
I'll throw it in the gutter and go buy another
walkin' home and I seen the g ride
now cat is drivin', kilo on the side
as they busted a U, they got pulled over
a undercover cop in a dark green Nova
cat got beat for resistin' arrest
he socked a pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
now G is caught, for doin' the crime
fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya car
knowin' nutin' in life but to be legit'
don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit

(L.A. playa'
Big drum beater)

I went to get them out but there was no bail
the fellas caused a riot in the county jail
two days later in municipal court
kilo g on trial cold cut a fart
obstruction of the court said the judge
on a six year sentence, ma' man didn't budge
Baliff came over to turn him in
kilo G looked up and gave a grin
he yelled out fire, then came suzie
the bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
police shot the bitch but they didnt hurt her
both upstate for attempted murder

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya car
knowin' nutin' in life but to be legit'
don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit

(Yeah, I kicked a little ass
but that was a blast from the past muthafucka'
get busy ya ya ya yall)

(E. Wright, A. Young, O. Jackson)

Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
Ha hah
You know the deal
It's just me yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, negroes and latinos
and even the gringos

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin live, future shock
It's five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
with the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text posess extra strength
Power-liftin powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's mathematics

Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin to be the fifth one, the millenium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds gettin found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers tryin to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
so frontliners got they gun in your back
Bubblin crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
and end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin
join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggaz
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
but you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
the million other straws underneath it - it's all mathematics