Lyrical Breakdown of Crack Sandwich - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Gotta bring it to you cowards, y'all wanted it Cowards, and it's gonna be sicker than all the n- Yeah, uh, look You can tell a n- like me ain't never had sh- R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vick Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sick 'em Fall victim to a g- brawl, started over some b-, huh N- tripping, they taking whatever's given The irony when a n- starving, gotta grip the biscuit Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out your kitchen If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit? First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess' On the hip, talking sh- like Skip Or Shannon, sharp-shooting' off the top of the cliff And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks Zone-six, five fingers with the "Suck my d-" Me and Izzy was slap-boxing, n- bust my lip Start fighting, lil' brother on some tough guy sh- But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" sh- Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip Blood red, rum sipping, they ain't cut like this, momma said "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage" "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" "Why you being bad? See your dad, get your a- whipped" Seven c-head bad kids in a caravan Somebody involved in stealing, it's on, it wasn't It's gon' be so bad When the girl went off on Precious The girl went off on Precious, Rosalyn went in No, Rosalyn said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside" Exactly, exactly That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault For real? No, no, no, no Stop, stop,stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (look, uh) You can tell a n- like me ain't met a n- like me Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe? You believe I bleed, then draw blood I'm a f- artiste, Artest with the g- I can give my world peace, give your world ether Big d- or grief, I can give your girl either She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar Remind me to keep receipts, y'all sh- weak I ain't worried that that bullsh- leaked See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers N- breaking they back tryna promote some sh- that ain't even dope They ask for my coat when I walk through the door God flow, I don't walk on the floor God knows y'all h-, y'all shows ain't packing the door C- the floor, I don't even know if n- rapping no more Come on (uh okay) Running my city, I am my shooter Minding my business, I am not you Running my city, I am my shooter Minding my business, I am not you Running my city, I am my shooter Minding my business, I am not you Running my city, I am my shooter Minding my business, how about you? Look, uh, I do it for Royal and Rosalyn, Rachel and Carl Izzy, Precious, Destin, strong seven kids, different blessings (hey) Izzy athletic as f-, All-American star, hard head Scholarship at a school in New Orleans On the football sh-, but in class, he on the smart sh- (hey) Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead Gotta stay on point like a marksman Make a mark, leave a footprint, went for a marching Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state Fam' celebrating, granny cooking up a few cakes Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee Handed a diploma, all the Routes say, "Hooray" Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet Tonight it probably be a movie, what's a Blu-Ray? I got some new J's and a fade, we hit the section With the football team and a couple other professionals It sound cool but really, this a confessional (hey) 20 minutes in it, Precious and 'nem went to the restroom Said they got to hitting with some women and they 'bout to get kicked out They ain't even tell us what that sh- was about All I really seen from the big VIP couch Was a n- swing, and hit my sister right in the mouth The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out But f- that, the whole team bust that motherf- down Now we fighting in the street, it's like 10 against 23 I was 17, swinging on any and everything Bing, bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring Ros' got a b- doing the hair weave sling So beautiful, beating a- was like a family thing Fighting together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans And all the people start police-calling Pack us inside of a paddy wagon, we sardines To Saltine crackers that wanna shackle us in chains (hey) Lo and behold, they held us in a holding cell for six Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame? We like a gang, mom and pop'll probably be proud and ashamed Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father saying "When you fall down, stand up, get the bandage" "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" "Why you being bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped" Seven c-head bad kids in a caravan, yeah Hold on, hold on, hold on What happened? What happened? What happened? We came in the club We're talking, we go in the restroom I go in the bathroom, open the door "Dang B, you could've said sorry" Ros' said, "B, you ain't gotta say all that, it ain't that serious" And she was all, "Oh, it's that serious because you were in the bathroom" Ros' said, "Okay B, I got you B, come outside" Taj, she opened the door, Rosalyn said "Roof" I said, "Okay, we fighting" Damn, she was in the stall Oh, the stall door Yeah, she was peeing, girl, she pulled her pants up She opened the door and received it (Rosalyn met her) Ayy, you know what?