R/B Crew- Red/Black Edition

Metis/native/whateve- jus a bunch of freaks, slingin some lyrics- tryin to make it sound like we matter- most of us a local disaster- pitter patter- the heart beat- every time we hear a sick rhyme, we think, it shouldnt be you, but me, making it work- our beats will make u rise up, not fall to ur knees, but best believe,if u challenge us, u the ones end up dead and buried, ur homies in a fury, u dont stand a chance against this gang of elite, the ones stalked, mocked, money blocks, battling the shawdow peeps , still high , sketchin ,tryin to make ends meet- society hates us, cause we tell it as is, no fake ass hoes, like our white collared white bros- that secretly wish they could be, be, be, like you and me.