I love how you flipped my fav tupac joint.

[Yes, yes. 
This is a topic that’s near and dear to my heart. 

I’m just try’n’a eat.]

[Hook]
I ain’t had dinner,
and I ain’t ate a thing all day.
Lord, forgive me…
Lord, forgive me…
the thing that I’m trying to say 
is I think I should eat alone.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

I can see you eyeing them, but get up off my tray, 
I got my drink, I got my food, and I would share them, but today I’m hungry,
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

[1]
We just went through the drive-thru, and when I asked you if you want food,
you replied all politely and you denied it like it was cool. 

I can feel the hunger. 
I could have guessed that you would just assume I would prob’ly wanna
share with you, but how dare you to, because I am not yo’ momma,
and I ain’t here to feed ya.
I’m sorry, but 
you’re shit out of luck, 
and I ain’t trying to tease ya,

but a second ago when we was in the car
you should have said, before I got my straw,
“You know what? I’m hungry. I should get a burger.”
And said it loud enough so I could’ve heard ya.
I’d hate for my dinner to turn to a murder.
You can’t get a piece, and you can’t get a third of
my food, and it’s rude and it’s kind of absurd, I
wish you would have knew and just made you a purchase.

I can feel the hunger. 
I could have guessed that you would just assume I would prob’ly wanna
share with you, but how dare you to, because I am not yo’ momma,
and I ain’t here to feed ya.
I’m sorry, but 
you’re shit out of luck, 
and I ain’t trying to tease ya.

[Hook]
I ain’t had dinner,
and I ain’t ate a thing all day.
Lord, forgive me…
Lord, forgive me…
the thing that I’m trying to say 
is I think I should eat alone.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

I can see you eyeing them, but get up off my tray, 
I got my drink, I got my food, and I would share them, but today I’m hungry,
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

[2]
I’m try’n’a keep myself calm 
and not just respond because I’m pissed off,
but fact is that shit is backwards; 
can’t warm it up, and you ain’t Kris Kross.

And I’m looking right past you.
You can get mad, but you can take that shit down to White Castle.

I know you got cash, and they make it fast, so it ain’t a hassle.
Get off yo’ ass and get you some food of your own to eat,
‘cause you ain’t getting none of mine [for real!]
You ain’t getting none of mine [for real!]

So spare me the pitiful look.
If you could cook you could make something that took
minimal time, but you can’t have none of mine.
I’m sorry, but no, not this time.
Burger King, Jack In The Box, Panda Wok—so many choices you got.

Get you a Happy Meal; ask for a box.
Get you a Happy Meal; ask for a box.

I can feel the hunger. 
I could have guessed that you would just assume I would prob’ly wanna
share with you, but how dare you to, because I am not yo’ momma,
and I ain’t here to feed ya.
I’m sorry, but 
you’re shit out of luck, 
and I ain’t trying to tease ya.

[Hook]
I ain’t had dinner,
and I ain’t ate a thing all day.
Lord, forgive me…
Lord, forgive me…
the thing that I’m trying to say 
is I think I should eat alone.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

I can see you eyeing them, but get up off my tray, 
I got my drink, I got my food, and I would share them, but today I’m hungry,
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

[3]
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
I ain’t try’n’a front, though.
I would prob’ly share, but I ain’t even had no lunch, so
thinkin’ you can prob’ly get a nugget out my ten piece,
an onion ring, or my hush puppy might be tempting, 
but I ain’t try’n’a share my entrée or dessert with you.
That Dutch Apple Pie is all mine, so stop staring, boo.

Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

Walk out that door, get in the car and take that drive. 
My New Year’s resolution is to not make this confusing,
if we’re in the drive-thru, then order something that’s for you, 
I’m saying, 
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

[I suppose…

now that you know better you can do better.

<Aha-ha>

It’s A. Dot…

That’s real talk….]

Bitch, Don't Steal My Fries

I'm Back

Walking Revolution (feat Dee-1 & Mama Sol)

"[1: A.D. Carson]
They got me trapped. I’m only trying to do right.
I’m driving. In my mirror, see the red, white and blue lights,
and just have to consider as I pull off to the shoulder of the street
if I really broke any laws or if it’s more to do with me
having the blood of a slave fueling the heart of a king,
and the temperament to make sure that this officer sees
me as a citizen, a denizen, ‘cause this is my home.
No search and seizure—even believing when you’re in Rome
you live like Romans. When you’re American and you’re black,
and try to exercise your rights you find a foot in your back—
That’s if you’re lucky. And if you’re not, you’re dead on the spot.
That’s literal and a metaphor. The weather is hot,
and you ain’t got much control. They want you sweating and scared.


And that pistol that I got papers for that’s sitting right there
inside the dash; I wonder if that’s ‘bout to ignite it
as the officer asks for registration, insurance and license.

[Hook: Truth & Preme]
They got us trapped.
Nah, they can’t keep the Black man down.

Yo, Dilla, they got me trapped.
Uh-uh, they can’t keep the Black man down.

[2: Truth]
Rest in peace to Trayvon and Michael Brown.
“We kill and get away. How you like us now?”
is what they badge should say as they ride around.
They took his breath away as they pried him down.
“Let's give a ton of fame to the ones who banging …
million dollar contracts and they can train ‘em.
Yo, young’n move that dope. Nigga, stop complaining.”
Shooting up the block with improper aiming.

Sometimes I feel like …
that Obama left us hanging.
Inauguration, he said we changing.
Instead I see discrimination
as I'm gaining.
They rather work with people like them.
I can't blame ‘em.
Offices and in the streets,
they restraining.
Airing it on Fox TV instead of hangings.

You smart, you probably let me go G,
or keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch the Uzi.

[Hook: Truth & Preme]
They got me trapped.
Nah, they can’t keep the Black man down.

They got us trapped.
Uh-uh, they can't keep the Black man down."

Trapped [Produced By Truth]

Vintage OneShadow
Chicago Illinois Hip Hop 
West Side of Chicago

Whatimsupposedtodo

The second release from Will Sessions’ newly launched record label is the  first collaboration between Will Sessions and Elzhi since the critically acclaimed mixtape, Elmatic. The A side features an explosive extended verse from Elzhi, on top of an anthemic beat performed and produced by Will Sessions. The B side is an instrumental edit that takes you deeper into their production style.

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7" Single

Knowledge of 12th (7")

Knowledge of 12th (feat Elzhi)

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Mickey Factz & Daylyt take on the persona of Candyman and Jigsaw as they tackle Jadakiss and Fabulous's Soul Food record off Freddy & Jason. Lyricism at its highest level.

Trapped [Produced By Truth]

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