Can't Break Me - Kam

Yo, yo, yo

And these nerds got problems with my words cause they bluntly sate

And these crackers in the government that want me dead

Crooked Feds, sheriff police and Highway Petrol

All know I’m anti so why I even play the role?

I know, you hate to see us ballin, but fate is callin'

And Babylon the great is fallin'

My back against the wall, but see my faith ain’t shaky

No matter what they do to try to put me to rot, they can’t break me

I flash all the lane like the strap flame

And be smashin, ever since I came in the Rap Game

No suck dick in their crave fame

But I ain’t gave up shit but my slave name

Unload through a fact, these crackers can’t equal the brother character

I represent the poor black people of America

From the soldiers that’s yell shot «TO WHOM?»

To the homies who be goin' through hell on the cell block

Representin' the street thuggin, tryin' to bubble

To the single mothers tryin' to eat, strugglin' in trucks

Those that’s weak and those that ain’t

I feel the brother got to speak for those that can’t

Deep in the bay, our coast, eastside, west coast

In the California rulers where they’re doin' the most

Instead of livin' a skit, it’s easy beggin' we quit

But nigga I don’t give a fuck what they threat me wit

These motherfuckers can’t break me

Man, these suckers can’t break me

These perpetrators can’t break me

Man, these haters can’t break me

These interrupters can’t break me

Their penitentiaries can’t break me

These treacherin' girls can’t break me

Man, this wicked world can’t break me

Ten precent blood, suckers start to lay me down

All they did was fuckin' around, and get in mainly clown

With the sound of the lost, found the tribe of Shabazz

I expose these whores like the wizard of vibes

Lord knows man, these crackers ain’t make me known

So I’ma bang this black thing 'til it take me home

Hear the cry of the small fry when we pray

I’ll be the fall guy, fuck it, we all gonna die anyway «That's right»

They might scratch your body but they can’t break your mind

Fuck wealth find, I do it for myself and kind

I’m makin' a few dollars but I make a gang of cents

Know what to bang for and who to bang against

Diggin' past, present and future in perfect tense

Stand strong in back whenever straddle the fence

So this enemy can’t prevail

Cause I don’t buy their shit and I ain’t for sale

These niggas wanna shut me up, break me down

Stir me away, turn me around, storm me out

Stop my fight, bite me off, stop my life, make my fate

Make me die, Kill my spiel, hurt me out

Fray my heal, vers' my squad, make me curse God

Give up hope, retreat

I can’t cope, be sweat

Sell out, switch hit, make me do some bitch shit

Quit ride on bang, go soft

Just intertain, turn Pop

Stay calm, stop droppin' Islam

Transaction in the bar go blocked and white Bobby

Prosecutin' my 2Pac and Biggie small me

Call me Anti-white cause how I get at them

Sellin' crackers, but when we call each other nigga that’s platinum

Man, we gain no sins, and we ain’t no mucks

But make no mistake, Muhammad don’t make no punks

We kill snakes and skunks, so you can call me a sinner

But dead or alive, I’ma still be the winner