♪
♪ Bought the slice, want the pie, why is why, till we fry ♪
♪ Watch us all, stand in line, for we'll slice up the devil's pie ♪
♪ Drugs and thugs, women, wine, three or four at a time ♪
♪ Watch us all, stand in line, for we'll slice up the devil's pie ♪
♪ Who am I to justify all the evil in our eyes? ♪
♪ I myself, feel the high, along that hottest fire ♪
♪ Behind the jail, or in the grave, not too late, it's a bet I made ♪
♪ And if I die, before I wake, I hope the Lord don't cast a chain ♪
♪ Hit the head, went through hell, tell my peeps, all is well ♪
♪ All them fools, souls for sale, sittin' next to death's bell ♪
♪ Hear me scream, in my head, on my head, on my bed ♪
♪ If I hung, let them hear, get this finished dead ♪
♪ Bought the slice, want the pie, why is why, till we fry ♪
♪ Watch us all, stand in line, for a slice of the devil's pie ♪
♪ Drugs and thugs, whippin' wine, three or four, at a time ♪
♪ Watch them all, stand in line, for a slice of the devil's pie ♪
♪ Main greens, off to the dish, roast like this, here for listenin' ♪
♪ Materialistic, greed and lust, drug scene, in here, in here ♪
♪ Bread and dough, cheddar cheese, flash and stash, cash and cream ♪
♪ Temperature can, high degree, when niggas come to feast ♪
♪ What the hell is this, all about, apocalypse, ain't no doubt ♪
♪ Everybody's, hoeing out, on the loop, all clout ♪
♪ Right or wrong, we do or die, only vengeance can pacify ♪
♪ Watch your back, so I, end these days in time ♪
♪ Could you please, tell me, why the Lord would even wanna have mercy? ♪
♪ Mercy on garbage? Mercy on filth? Mercy and shame be on the Lord, if he got to hang out in a place like this ♪
♪ Watch them all, stand in line, for a slice of the devil's pie ♪
♪ Ain't no justice, to trust us, as the ashes, dust to dust ♪
♪ Time has come, for most of us, to choose in which, God we trust ♪
♪ I know I, was born to die, search to find, a peace of mind ♪
♪ I know I, was born to die, search to find, a peace of mind ♪
♪ Mutify, stormify, let the people, compromise ♪
♪ I'm on top this time, on the vine, wine is wine, just try, watch us all, stand in line, for a slice of the devil's pie ♪
♪ Doesn't stop, when we fight, we don't fall, out of time, ah, wait a minute, ah, let me tell you about a slice, wait a minute, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Everybody, out there, get down, for a slice of the devil's pie, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ In the time, in the line, for a slice of the devil's pie, ah, in the time, in the line, tell a fuckin' body part, for a slice of the devil's pie, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Killin' each other, in the streets, for a slice of the devil's pie, ah, ah, ah ♪
The labor found itself asking the industrial lords not to give up their control, but merely to pass out a few more of the fruits of this control.
Thereby did the United States anticipate the prophecy of Marx and avoided the inevitable class struggle within the country by expanding into the third world and exploiting the resources and slave labor of the people of color.
Britain, France did the same thing.
U.S. capitalists never cut down on their domestic profits to share with the workers.
Instead, they expanded internationally and through the bones of their profits to the American working class, who lapped it up.
♪ For a slice of the devil's pie, ah, ah, ah, brown eyes, brown eyes, brown eyes, brown eyes, brown eyes. ♪