Ignorance Is Bliss

Lord, forgive me

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand, then jump back in that minivan

Double back to his block and blam, I ain't backing down for nothing

I'ma back 'em down like Shaq with this black .223 in my hand

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Police radio signals saying that a 187 land on your corner

Coroners comfort your momma, "Momma, he's dead"

The next morning, I toasted up with my homies

We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh

You see, this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton

Ask me what I have accomplished, I don't know, I don't have conscience

I just load up and start dumping on enemies, I'm headhunting

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets, just get something

Protect your neck 'cause they coming for set respect, split your onion

Then chop your deck, your head tumbling like gymnastics

'Cause ignorance is bliss

Now everybody put your hands up high

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

This the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far

And I'm this far from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all

We all tryna ball, and when I got the rock, I'll dish off

Until that day, I pistol whip you posers till y'all pissed off

Then peel off in a hooptie, come back and make these **** wanna shoot me

And their bitches wanna salute me or seduce me

Indubitably, I'm too street, indubitably, I'ma do me better than your bitch would

'Cause you **** too weak, but just give me two weeks and I'm good

I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm

Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent

No tarot card reading, I'm foreseeing you **** vanish

Not only from the rap game, I'm including the planet

Cats so watered-down, clowns can sink Titanic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch 'em panic

Give me respect, damn it, or get damaged

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Apparently, you're a parrot, mocking me and my blueprint

But I won't share it, just make you cop it, then call you a sheriff

Stop it, I'm hearing the comments, the critics are calling me conscious

But truthfully, every shooter be calling me Compton

So truthfully, only calling me Kweli and Common

Proves that ignorance is bliss

Now everybody put your hands up high

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far

And I'm this far from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all

This my world, I grab the universe, then play kickball

And they wonder why these California earthquakes hitting so hard

I'm SoCal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Ghostbusters 'cause you busters are Casper when I go off

I show up to show out and show off, you a hundred percent behind me

And if you are, then wreck your car, then walk up to my crime scene

I remember being seventeen, wishing someone would sign me

Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me

Backing down bargains, backing down bitches

We gon' flip her, once she off that blue dolphin, you gon' tip her

'Cause ignorance is bliss

And, Willie B, I'm a fool on your beats, I bleed out the speaker as the speaker that spoke when they didn't speak