Album: Fahrenheit 1/15 Part II: Revenge Of The Nerds (2006)

Conflict Diamonds

Diamonds are forever
They won't leave in the night
I've no fear that they might
Desert me

Uhh, F and F, up
Diamonds are forever

Yeah, ya know what I'm saying
I figure, I feel like I'm should just, ya no
Show people the other side that wonder
Where, ya know wat I'm sayin'
That are presently unaware

They don't know about it, ya no wat I'm sayin'
Ya know jus' show 'em there's another side
To this thing right here we call bling

Allow me to break down the game
Behind the bracelets, earrings
Chains, watches and rings, the bling
The crystal encrusted, princess flooded
Canary studded, blue colored and blood stained

Yeah, the older brother of the drug game
That giver of fame, the take awayer of lame
The empowerer of the kings that came to claims and disease
Believe what the native people were saying

Believe my engagement ring received and flossed
At the cost of a bondage child minus pain
Long ago kings use to wear 'em in their armor
When they fought other armies because it use to scare 'em
If you wasn't rich couldn't wear em

Witches use to marry and they'd shoot you before they share 'em
The gift and the curse, the venom and the serum
Most hated ladies best friend get marked for a clip

You know what I'm sayin', I ain't comin' down on nobody
You know what I'm sayin', I ain't tryin' to judge nobody
Or nutin' like that
You know wat I'm sayin', I've lost to

I might go and get me a pinky ring tommorow
You know wat I'm sayin' but I just want you to see man
You know wat I'm sayin', jus' see, man

Sissero so old and genocide
Until the countryside just to get his shine on
I fear what the beards and his peers use to do
Before the world really knew just to get they mind on

Making paper from slave labor and hittin' little kids
With life time bids making 'em cut and shine stones
Inflating the price and making 'em look nice
And I wasn't thinking twice when I was putting mine on

About a young shorty in Sierra Leone
Or other conflict countries that people call home
I figured I would never go to Angola
So it never did affect me that made me
Though maybe indirectly

That my necklace was funding a rebellion or a military coo
Started by militias that don't believe in following none of Geneva's rules
I was brushing of the haters, trying to be cool
Didn't have a clue that the rapper was helping the rapers
Raiders of the villagers, pillagers of the schools

Shooters of the innocent, torturers of the witnesses
Burners of the businesses
At my birth there was the few
Uhh, I ain't pushing an agenda, homie
I'm jus' pushing the facts, fuck Bush

'Cause there's people doin' worse on this earth and there black
I took it for years now let me bring it back
We all know on foreign shores that they finance wars
But asks yourself do they finance yours

When I first got mine I took 'em out on tour
They only lost half the value when I took 'em out the store
Or it was full of moistened Nikes and cubics
But the jeweler knew I was stupid and that I couldn't prove it

Feeling like I need it because I do music
To impress the groupies and the interviewers
So I didn't appraise it nor did I loop it
Even gave 'em to my girl thinkin' I was cupid

Homies were all hating, hoping they could make me lose it
Creeping through my own hood, knew I had to remove it
I see the Russian Mafia, the Jewish Mobsters
The undercover terrorists and the traps for the hustlers
Homie, it's a rap for the nonsense rhyming
Props to Kenya I call it conflict diamonds

You know what I'm sayin', I ain't comin' down on nobody
You know what I'm sayin', I ain't tryin' to judge nobody
Or nutin' like that
You know wat I'm sayin', I've lost to

I might go and get me a pinky ring tommorow
You know wat I'm sayin' but I just want you to see man
You know wat I'm sayin', jus' see, man