Lyrics:

Hey (X4)



we Are The Creamy Spies

the Cream Always Rises Up

we All Got Sequel

the Man's Game Has Peaked

we Are Sun Moon And Star

we All Got Pieces

it's Nation Tarnation Time

ready To Put In Work

we Got Mad Peoples

your Double Dealin' Is Scoped

your Tongue Is Forked We Know

we Ghetto Level

hey

we Can Make Life Better

together

not Divided

universal Ori-Gi-Nal, Creamy

the Man Ain't Shit

what's Happenin'



check It Out

in The Year Of '89 I Stole Back My Black Mind

found Peace Up In The East I Shine

one Time Blind I Refined, Then Over Time

i Realized The Creamy Spy Gots To Climb

find The Spot In This Land Of Uncle Sam

focus My Thoughts And Be That True Black Man That I Am

i Stand In The Face Of Oppression

with My Sisters And My Brothers No Slippin' No Half Steppin'

the Five Percent Nation Is My Representation

i Wear Timberlands Study In Timbuktu

won't Rest Until They Free Our Brother Mumia-Abu

now Can You Feel It (Huh) Nothing Can Save Ya

for This Is The Season Of Our Self Saviour

() Is Younger Than Guerillas

sparks The Revolution Black Tactics, Whatever



we See What's Happenin'

we Might Start Bustin'

we'll Spell It Out For You

if You Talk It Live It

let's Get Creamy

really Creamy

uptown

with Pleasure

wussup



i Cannot Answer For My Damages Due To Layin Soul Type Sentences

i Prepare Time For And Sisters Fought Passage In The Tactic Front Style

warfare For The Projects

i Live

a Series Of Niggas Atop A Target

watch Out With Preset We Swift To Light Strike

in An Aerial Form We Closin'

select Territorial Aim Let's Be Out

on An Onslaught

we Plague You

cannot Get Took

even For The Suckers We Light Up It's Good Lookin'

out Even Could Get Takin Out I Die Fightin'

subtract The Devils That Get Smoked



heeeeeey, Funkay (X4)

we're People, Black People

steal Your Mind Back

don't Die In Their Wilderness

fuck That

for Cmb Dogs In L.a.

new York Project Hallways

let's Point Our Heaters The Other Way

creamay



just Like That, A C-Know Is The Sun Of All Man

type Good, Be A Real Fighter Super Fro

bust It

the Beast May Wanna War In The Summer

thus, I Brought My Camouflage Playin' Corners

() Why They Pimp Hip Hop

i Strategize My Joints You Know It Don't Stop

and It Don't Pop Son It's P'jects Bound Together

the Beats In Concrete When I'm Creamin' With My Stiletto

got 16 For The Imperial Fascists

long Beach Brothers And Honeys We's Bouts To Set It

domino Theory Cause They Stalled Our Flow

collectin' Pitchforks 'till They Free Geronimo

while You Blaze Up I Stay My Fist Raised Up

while You Bet, I Represent

what

uptown Downtown Across Like Wherever

meet Me In The Crook And We Could Piece It All Together



hey Super Funky

super Black And Superb

hey Super Super Fine

hey Super Funky