Info Trip - Bambu

Miss me with the

Talking talking talking

What you talking about

Talking talking talking

You ain’t talking about

Nothing nothing nothing

What you talking about

Talking talking talking

Typing typing typing til' your Twitter gets the cotton mouth

And face to face your face goes white as you when guns is popping out

They make us out as criminals who burn the shopping malls

We were toe to toe it wasn’t shit til' you got tank involved

Containment of a race — it feel out outbreak

Quarantine the poor

Dirty the shore

Raise up my rent space

They pacify us daily with these socialites

And no, it’s not like I ain’t L.A. bred, but I’m the different type

Old school

Casecade

White vans

Black lace

Sox up — way up

Where you from?!

Catch fade

Old school

Ben Dav (is), bald head — been shaved

East Los, Northeast, Flatlands, South Bay

Old school

Darryl Gates, C.R.A.S.H.

raids — Thursdays

Cortez, Chuck T’s, crew neck, 12-gauge

Old school

K-day

Bigga-B always looked out for the kid when I was too young for the party

I was down to rap and scrap and now I do 'em both

Behind a scope of

It wasn’t you who got provoked

But they just talking, typing criticisms from a couch

While they’re burning down the avenue right outside your house

We been conditioned though

We are not the criminals

We’ve been getting by where doing fine is kind of difficult

But I ain’t tripping — guess I ain’t tripping

Nah, I ain’t tripping

I tell the youngin’s put the gun away and scrap

I tell the youngin’s put the gun away and scrap

I tell the youngin’s put the gun away and scrap

I tell the youngin’s put the gun away

But more importantly — miss me wit the jibber-jab

Get up stand a line and share the learning, fly a rally flag

Try and build a little crew around an issue

Then go out to the hood and turn a couple to a few

And turn a few into a thousand

A thousand people shouting out

A thousand different ways to say

We’re tired of being pushed around

We been conditioned though

We are not the criminals

We’ve been getting by where doing fine is kind of difficult

But I ain’t tripping — nah I ain’t tripping

Nah, I ain’t tripping

I’m just sharing the info

We’re exchanging info

That’s how we build the info

Hey, brother, what you in for?

Phatty got the info

C-Knowledge got the info

OJ The Producer got the info

The Bar got the info

The (Native) Guns got the info

Rocky got the info

Beatrock got the info

My son got the info

His teachers got the info

The devil try and block these brown kids from the info

They give 'em mis-info

But here we got the info

No, we don’t need the pistol

Homie, we got the info

You just give the whistle

And I’ll go spread the info

Hang from out your window

So you can hear the info

Here we’re all kinfolk who down to get the info

I know it’s real simple

Pass around the info…

Philippine elections is rigged

Only the first names change

The last name — same shit

Talking puppets on a string

Live and direct from here it’s the same thing

It’s time to pick a new face to tell us multiple lies

They just rig the rights to vote

So you just watch from the side

But did I mention I’m the nicest when mic devices is on

I condense the data to fit into one song

We need to go through the stats when we see actual facts

Take a look outside your window make relatable raps

We use the data disseminate it to put to use

And not just to be cool

Or get a couple off of YouTube views

I keep the facts behind the braggy bars

Until they burn the rich and I can watch eating their caviar

Standing straight on Ohlone land

Yelling ina megaphone

Picket sign in my other hand

Talking data, the data to fuck you speakers up

I’m talking data, the data to fuck you teachers up