Chip Off the Old Block… Malia Obama Wears T-Shirt of Nasty Anti-Cop Rap Group
Today she’s wearing a T-shirt supporting an anti-cop gangster rap group.
Tomorrow she’ll be attending Socialist meetings at Columbia College.
And, before you know it she’ll be dining with Al Sharpton.
One of the members of the collective, which consists of rappers, producers, and non-musical members, such as photographers and publicists, told Gawker that Mr. Bada$$ had allegedly been sent the snapshot by “a mutual friend of Malia’s and the pro era member.”
The lead “singer” for Pro Era was just arrested for jacking a security guard.
Here are a few lyrics from Extortion by Pro Era.
Im screaming who want war nigga[Bridge 2: Kirk Knight] Shit your articles of clothing was an issue
They dont want that war
With these magazine niggas talking shit, I’ll load a full clip
Never face Defeat, but word up in the streets
We ain’t free, don’t sell me dreams
You ain’t know that talk is cheap [Verse 2 : Dyemond Lewis] Kirk be the nigga with problems
We gonna call Prob up, he gonna handle the problems
Vodka blocking my chakras
Bumping that Flying Lo and TOKiMONSTA
Ahh I gotcha
We superior beings, you seen how I been
Been living on clouds but this ain’t no dream
Been riding on nimbus I’m out for the spinach
My bitch didn’t like it then fuck you, good riddance
It’s hard to stay sane in a world full of sinning
But, see, all I got is my niggas
Kreeper and Slacka, you know we mean business
Fucking gods on earth build and destroy it, our will is our tu
And, here are a few lyrics from School High by Pro Era:
I’m on my XXL Freshman shit [laughs] These folks know what I’m smoking on[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] To blaze or not to blaze, that is the question
And a nigga smoking on that strong
My niggas smoke so long we like Cheech and Chong nigga
In these bars tell me one thing we do wrong nigga
CJ, you ugly nigga
Dessy not eating nigga
This nigga ugly nigga
I’m high as shit doe
First day of school late, already in suspension
Shit, my principal a hater, man
Cause I’m a great debater and my principles are greater
Sorry hater, catch me later
And here are a few lines Come Come about the “slaughtering pigs” from by Pro Era.
Where syringes were pressed: dirty kitchen
I’m spillin’ all my kids on her dress, Started living what I’m thinking
Decider, we next stop
Stop and then frisk
Slaughtering pigs anybody can get it
Shooting stars, now make a wish
Rocking skins like the skins we rocking
Powerpuff smoking on that blossom
We’re running the game and this shit is exhausting
But I don’t give a fuck cause this shit is awesome