[Instrumental]
I was born black, I live black,
and I'ma die probably because I'm black
because some cracker that knows I'm black
better than you nigga, is probably gonna put
a bullet in the back of my head!!
Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt
All this shit we go through every day
Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do
But see I got my niggas
And we gon organize a people army
And we gon get control over our own lives
And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit
I Ching
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Imagine havin no runnin water to drink
Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink
Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors
And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law
Would you be ready for civil war
Could you take the life of somebody you know,
or have feelings for if necessary?
I got cousins in the military
But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered
[Verse 2]
Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors
Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold
Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie
Tell me what you gon do to get free, we need more than MC's
We need Hueys, and revolutionaries
The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary
The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries
In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringin out the boy in us
But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do
Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu
Yes the peoples army stick togehther like glue
We represent the I-Ching, and to this we stand true
Military formation, anyone participation is welcome
Each one teach one, son help son
Just one gun is all it take to get it started
Livin in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted
HOOK 2X:
If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclsym, niggas be like fuck the system
I don't wanna be no movie star
I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm for peace
But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece
See we all want peace, but the problem is
Crackers want a bigger piece
Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
That's why police get stabbed and shot
Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot
Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here
I think about the things I fear in the comin years
Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
And that's my fuckin word
One day the whole world will smoke herb
And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb
HOOK 2X
(next part of hook)
Why haven't you learned anything?
Man that school shit is a joke
The same people who control the school system control
The prison system, and the whole social system
Ever since slavery, nawsayin'?
I went to school with some redneck crackers
Right around the time 3rd bass dropped the cactus album
But I was readin' Malcolm
I changed my name in '89 cleaning parts of my brain
Like a baby nine
I took a history class serious
Front row, every day of the week, 3rd period
Fuckin' with the teachers had, callin' 'em racist
I tried to show them crackers some light, they couldn't face it
I got my diploma from a school called Rickers
Full of, teenage mothers, and drug dealin' niggas
In the hallways, the popo was always present
Searchin' through niggas possessions
Lookin' for, dope and weapons, get your lessons
That's why my moms kept stressin'
I tried to pay attention but they classes wasn't interestin'
They seemed to only glorify the Europeans
Claimin' Africans were only three fifth's a human being
They schools can't teach us shit
My people need freedom, we tryin' to get all we can get
All my high school teachers can suck my dick
Tellin' me white man lies straight bullshit
They schools ain't teachin' us, what we need to know to survive
(Say what, say what)
They schools don't educate, all they teach the people is lies
You see dog, you see how quick these motherfuckers be to like
Be tellin' niggas get a diploma so you can get a job
Know what I'm sayin' but they don't never tell you how the job
Gonna exploit you every time know what I'm sayin' that's why I be like
Fuck they schools
School is like a 12 step brainwash camp
They make you think if you drop out you ain't got a chance
To advance in life, they try to make you pull your pants up
Students fight the teachers and get took away in handcuffs
And if that wasn't enough, then they expel y'all
Your peoples understand it but to them, you a failure
Observation and participation, my favorite teachers
When they beat us in the head with them books, it don't reach us
Whether you breakdance or rock suede addidas
Or be in the bathroom with your clique, smokin' reefer
Then you know they math class ain't important 'less you addin' up cash
In multiples, unemployment ain't rewardin'
They may as well teach us extortion
You either get paid or locked up, the principal is like a warden
In a four year sentence, mad niggas never finish
But that doesn't mean I couldn't be a doctor or a dentist
They schools can't teach us shit
My people need freedom, we tryin' to get all we can get
All my high school teachers can suck my dick
Tellin' me white man lies straight bullshit
They schools ain't teachin' us, what we need to know to survive
(Say what, say what)
They schools don't educate, all they teach the people is lies
They schools can't teach us shit
My people need freedom, we tryin' to get all we can get
All my high school teachers can suck my dick
Tellin' me white man lies straight bullshit
They schools ain't teachin' us, what we need to know to survive
(Say what, say what)
They schools don't educate, all they teach the people is lies
'Cuz for real, a mind is a terrible thing to waste
And all y'all high class niggas with y'all nose up
'Cuz we droppin' this shit on this joint, fuck y'all
We gon' speak for ourselves
Know what I'm sayin'? 'Cuz see the schools ain't teachin' us nothin'
They ain't teachin' us nothin' but how to be slaves and hardworkers
For white people to build up they shit
Make they businesses successful while it's exploitin' us
Know what I'm sayin'? And they ain't teachin' us nothin' related to
Solvin' our own problems, know what I'm sayin'?
Ain't teachin' us how to get crack out the ghetto
They ain't teachin' us how to stop the police from murdering us
And brutalizing us, they ain't teachin' us how to get our rent paid
Know what I'm sayin'? They ain't teachin' our families how to interact
Better with each other, know what I'm sayin'? They just teachin' us
How to build they shit up, know what I'm sayin'? That's why my niggas
Got a problem with this shit, that's why niggas be droppin' out that
Shit 'cuz it don't relate, you go to school the fuckin' police
Searchin' you you walkin' in your shit like this a military compound
know what I'm sayin'? So school don't even relate to us
Until we have some shit where we control the fuckin' school system
Where we reflect how we gon solve our own problems
Them niggas ain't gon' relate to school, shit that just how it is
Know what I'm sayin'? And I love education, know what I'm sayin'?
But if education ain't elevatin' me, then you know what I'm sayin' it ain't
Takin' me where I need to go on some bullshit, then fuck education
Know what I'm sayin'? At least they shit, matter of fact my nigga
We ain't trying to hear shit for what?
(Cash money)
We whole world operating off a
(Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lotta
(Cash money)
Watch yo' back money
You couldn't neva understand how my mind tick
I'm on some old school crime shit
When niggas sold two's to keep the dimes lit
Ain't no rules when these iron shots are stoned, dun
This heat burn through your flesh, straight to the bones
I reach for the buddha, cess and zone
I probably have a future of stress, stay depressed and be alone
But as far as the present time, it's on
I represent mine 'til I return to the S
And said I'm dead and gone
Nobody wanna be broke and you neither
Put me on the co'na, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
If you be popping shit, my niggas won't believe ya
Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
But son, it gets deeper
I'm running with a click that's being hunted by the Grim Reaper
To all my peoples in the man keeper
Let'cha situation be a teacher
Ain't nothing like a education
When I was locked down, I learned about patience and dedication
And not to say shit unless you need a motherfucking face lift
And as a youth, I was a outcast
Running around with pelagons, playing war
But now it's all about cash
I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain't trying to hear shit 'til my got cash to get
Blast you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind, it's all about cash in a fistful
I'm caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain't trying to hear shit 'til my got cash to get
Splash you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind, it's all about cash in a fistful
Up late night and upset and fed up
Niggas coming up wet, I'm dead up
Fuck trying to your head up
And when it go down, word bond, we gotta get up
Too many locked down upstate, son, it's a set up
My life has sped up, many years, I'm straight up
Plenty bears for who ain't here and those who ate up
Test and get sprayed up in the club
We couldn't run it, so we take the blade up in the booth
Since we couldn't shoot
We heat it up, losing the shirt, showing the bare chest
I'm blessed, puffing the skunk make me care less
The best that you can do is duck my fucking crew
If the slugs don't get'cha, Lord J'll jig ya
Acting artificial, you'll get burnt my the pistol
Before it's done, even my guns'll turn to missiles
Don't have to blow the whistle on you
'Cuz everybody knows you
Watch yourself around borderline psychos
Who know my people gotta hold a mint
Or they ain't worth a cent
How can you represent if you can't pay the rent?
And leave a dent in my life time, I'm caught up in trife crime
In fights, you neva know what you might find
We stand firm meanwhile 'cuz niggas that seem wild
Be bucking blanks, if they were men they wouldn't fuck with pranks
I leave them niggas alone and stay home
Until it cool down, as they remember how my tool sound
I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain't trying to hear shit 'til my got cash to get
Blast you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind, it's all about cash in a fistful
I'm caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain't trying to hear shit 'til my got cash to get
Splash you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind, it's all about cash in a fistful
We ain't trying to hear shit for what?
(Cash money)
We whole world operating off a
(Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lotta
(Cash money)
Watch yo' back money
Yeah, we up on what we dealing with
We ain't no criminals, we got the right to have gats
As long as the army, navy, air force, marines got gats
We gon' hold heat, knamsaying?
'Cuz our army gotta represent for us, word up
Aiyyo, Maintain
(Yeah)
Set that shit, son
Forever keeping my shit cocked for drama
Stainless steal, shit is for real
The way these rats is known to squeal, making sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle, how the Bronx humble
[Unverified] devils get deaded, never regret it, only known to set it
Stealing existence, obviously ya jetted
Speak the dissest, I see the pyramid and eagle
Back of the dollar bill, ill deceitful, we consider lethal
God falling, niggas be balling, guzzling alcoholics
Two drinks, too many is like whitey infiltrating your fortress
This is on, we 'bout to form, best prepare for the storm
Y'all funny niggas quick to ring the alarm
Bomb fell, now a nation is gel
We had to dwell for four hundred or more
The Lord had the right just living poor
Resurrecting the true and living back the power
Intro:
"I was born, in a dump
My mama died and my father got drunk
They left me, to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in a rusty shack
All i owned was hangin on my back
And Lord knows, how I learnt
This place called Tobacco Road
Tobacco Road, you're dirty and you're filthy
Tobacco Road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane
I'm gonna blow it up, Lord knows gonna start all over again"
"My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away"
[M1]
Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa
This ain't no act it's mathematical
Past the black radical
I choose the M1, because it's practical
Nothin was changed, we ain't protected
No names, it's all factual
They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate
Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate
This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree
Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see
[Stic]
It's like watching your own father smoke crack
I have nightmares on shit like that
No way in hell I'll ever get like that
I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years
It's like a tour of duty
My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty
When your heart is turning ice cold
Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds
My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin
I listen close to what she sayin
When she speak of Jesus I ignore it
But when it's practical I'm all for it
You got to think like a soldier
I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters
Discipline keep the mind focused
This whole world is a corn field son
Look out for flying locusts
Chorus (x2)
Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you
Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you
And through you, control your whole crew
It's psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do?
[M1]
You can't walk the streets with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
And if you know the time, give me a sign
Tell me where we draw the line
I got your back if you got mine
My enemy's enemy is my man
One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand
My comrades stand on lands stolen
Every tooth a golden opportunity
Who holdin my community hostage?
10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some
This is how the plan runs
Thinkin with a fugitive brain
What we do to live is insane
Holdin the weed, healing my membranes
Just like crack, you know it all boils down
to the dollars-and-cents of it
Niggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve terms
Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose
When will they learn?
Psychology
[Stic]
We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls
No respect for their laws
I cut your face with a kitchen knife
In gladiator times, man against machinery
The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy
Life is a series of serious choices
Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces
Various courses of life can lead to failure
Too much of anything is a trap
My mind snap
Guerilla warfare for two grand
They say karate means 'empty hands'
So then it's perfect for the poor man...
They say karate means 'empty hands'
So then it's perfect for the poor man
Chorus (x2)
Bridge
[M1]
When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
The mind is like a jewel son
Only a fool wouldn't grasp it
Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
The mind is like a jewel son
Only a fool wouldn't grasp it
Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
"Free your mind, and the rest will follow
Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow"
Intro: (news snippets)
"Let me now turn, to our program for the future..."
"The economy right now, is extremely supportive of the president and his
policies"
"FBI scientists have found chemical traces, consistent with a bomb or a
missle, on a piece of wreckage..."
"Police using clubs and tear gas against demonstrators..."
"They called me a mother -(bleeped out)-ing so-and-so...and a white
facist...like they said, 'you're getting some of your own medicine'..."
Singing:
Telling lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our babies
Only truth, can take us...
Verse 1:
You can't fool all the people all of the time
But if you fool the right ones, then the rest will fall behind
Tell me who's got control of your mind? your world view?
Is it the news or the movie you're taking your girl to? (uh)
Know what i'm sayin cause Uncle Sam got a plan
If you examine what they tellin us then you will understand
What they plantin in the seeds of the next generation
Feeding our children miseducation
No one knows if there's UFO's or any life on mars
Or what they do when they up in the stars
Because i don't believe a word of what the president said
He filling our head with lies got us hypnotised
When he be speaking in cold words about crime and poverty
Drugs, welfare, prisons, guns and robbery
It really means us, there's no excuse for the slander
But what's good for the goose, is still good for the gander
See...
Chorus:
I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago i woulda been a panther
They killed Huey cause they knew he had the answer
The views that you see in the news is propaganda
Singing:
Telling lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our babies
Only truth, can take us...
Verse 2:
I don't want no computer chip in my arm
I don't wanna die by a nuclear bomb
I say we all rush the pentagon, pull out guns
And grab the intercom, my first word's will be I believe
Man made God, outta ignorance and fear
If God made man, then why the hell would he put us here?
I thought he's supposed to be the all loving
The same God who let Hitler put the Jews in the oven
We don't fall for the regular shit, they try to feed us
All this half-ass leadership, flippin position
They turn politcian and shut the hell up and follow tradition
For your TV screen, is telling lies to your vision
Every channel got some brainwashed cop shit to watch
Running up in niggas cribs claiming that they heard shots
It's a plot, but busta can you tell me who's greedier?
Big corporations, the pigs or the media?
Sign of the times, terrorism on the rise
Commercial airplanes, falling out the sky like flies
Make me wonder what secrets went down with Bob Brown (?)
Who burnt churches to the ground with no evidence found?
It's not coincidence, it's been too many studied incidents
It coulda been the Klan who put that bomb at the Olympics
But it probably was the FBI, deep at the call
Cuz if they make us all panic then they can start martial law
Chorus:
I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago i woulda been a panther
They killed Huey cause they knew he had the answer
The views that you see in the news is propaganda
I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago i woulda been a panther
They killed Huey cause they knew he had the answer
The views that you see in the news is muthafuckin propaganda
Singing:
Police is telling lies fooling millions
What are they teaching our kids in these school buildings?
Televised, enterprised in all the killing
Controlling our lives, this ain't living
No this ain't living
Chant:
FBI, CIA
ATF, KKK
IRS, TNT
CBS, NBC
FBI, CIA
ATF, KKK
IRS, TNT
CBS, NBC
Singing:
Telling lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our babies
Only truth, can take us...
News snippet:
"uh, we view each other uh, with uh, a great love and a great understanding
and that we
try to expand this to the general, uh, black population and also people,
oppressed people all over the world, and, i think that uh, we differ from
uhmm... uh, some other groups simply because we understand the system better
than uh, most uh, groups understand the system, and uh, with this
realisation, uh, we attempt to form a strong political base based in the
community with the only strength that we have and that's the strength of uh,
[Chairman Omali Yeshitela]
You have the emergence in human society
of this thing that's called the State
What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy
It is the po-lice department. It is the Army, the Navy
It is the prison system, the courts, and what have you
This is the State -- it is a repressive organization
But the state -- and gee, well, you know,
you've got to have the police, cause..
if there were no police, look at what you'd be doing to yourselves!
You'd be killing each other if there were no police!
But the reality is..
the police become necessary in human society
only at that junction in human society
where it is split between those who have and those who ain't got
[Dead Prez]
I throw a Molotov cocktail at the precinct, you know how we think
Organize the hood under I Ching banners
Red, Black and Green instead of gang bandanas
F.B.I. spyin on us through the radio antennas
And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watchin society
With no respect for the people's right to privacy
I'll take a slug for the cause like Huey P.
while all you fake niggaz {*UNNNGH*} try to copy Master P
I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live
Bring the power back to the street, where the people live
We sick of workin for crumbs and fillin up the prisons
Dyin over money and relyin on religion for help
We do for self like ants in a colony
Organize the wealth into a socialist economy
A way of life based off the common need
And all my comrades is ready, we just spreadin the seed
(Chorus: Dead Prez)
The average Black male
Live a third of his life in a jail cell
Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don't never get justice
And the women don't never get respected
And the problems don't never get solved
And the jobs don't never pay enough
So the rent always be late; can you relate?
We livin in a police state
[Dead Prez]
No more bondage, no more political monsters
No more secret space launchers
Government departments started it in the projects
Material objects, thousands up in the closets
Could've been invested in a future for my comrades
Battle contacts, primitive weapons out in combat
Many never come back
Pretty niggaz be runnin with gats
Rather get shot in they back than fire back
We tired of that - corporations hirin blacks
Denyin the facts, exploitin us all over the map
That's why I write the shit I write in my raps
It's documented, I meant it
Every day of the week, I live in it; breathin it
It's more than just fuckin believin it
I'm holdin them ones, rollin up my sleeves an' shit
It's cee-lo for push-ups now, many headed for one conclusion
Niggaz ain't ready for revolution
(Chorus: Dead Prez)
{*police siren wails*}
[Fred Hampton]
I am.. a revolutionary
and you're gonna have to keep on sayin that
You're gonna have to say that I am a proletariat
I am the people, I'm not the pig
[another speaker]
Guiliani you are full of shit!
And anybody that's down with you!
You could man-make things better for us
and you cuttin the welfare
Knowin damn well when you cut the welfare,
[Chorus]
It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation
[Verse 1]
Pardon me love but you seem like my type
What you doin tonight? you should stop by the site
We could, roll some weed play some records and talk
I got a fly spot downtown Brooklyn, New York
Now I know you think I wanna fuck, no doubt
but tonight we'll try a different route, how bout we start
With a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons
Later we can play a game of chess on the futon
See i ain't got to get in your blouse
It's your eye contact, that be getting me aroused
When you show me your mind, it make me wanna show you mines
Reflecting my light, when it shines, just takin our time
Before the night's through, we could get physical too
I ain't tryin to say I don't wanna fuck, cause I do
But for me boo, makin love is just as much mental
I like to know what I'm gettin into
[Chorus]
We could have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation
It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation
Time for some mind sex...
(singing): before we make love
Yeah, what you know about mind sex?
(singing): before we make love
[Verse 2]
African princess, tell me yo' interests
Wait, let me guess boo, you probably like poetry
Here's a little something I jotted down in case I spotted you around
So let me take this opportunity
Would you share a moment with me, over herbal tea?
Take a walk verbally, make a bond certaintly
Cuz in my hand I bet your hand fit perfectly
And it's like we floatin out in space when you flirtin wit me
C'mon, a little foreplay don't hurt (hmmm)
Imagine my chest under this shirt, your ass under your skirt
It's like walking the hot sands and finding an oasis
Opposites attract that's the basis
Our sex is the wind that seperates the yin from the yang
The balance that means complete change, our aim
Is to touch you in a delicate spot
And once we get it started I ain't trying to stop
[Chorus]
But first we have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation
It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation
Mind sex...
[Spoken]
She smiles, I smile
She walks, no she glides softly by me changing night into day
She opens her mouth to speak, and so sounds ring in my head
She speaks, and i want to dance to her rhythm
She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires,
As i place my arms around her waist,
Hold and squeeze unto me,
I want to melt into her body, and discover the base of her warmth
Her beautiful black body that, no human mind could ever conceive
She's love
She's truth
She's real, as real as the stars that shine in the heavens
As real as the sun that bathes her body,
As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose
That blossoms in spring for she is that rose
And not just any rose,
But a black rose,
Black rose stands tall and stronger than any other plant
A black rose, that stands as creator, of nations of
Black rose
That never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round
Black rose,
Sweet rose,
Thornless rose
Eternal rose
Please look my way,
Please look my way
Please look my way
Verse One:
Yo, it's a beautiful day, and everybody's feelin' wonderful
The ladies is out, lookin' fly, dressed comfortable
I love to wake up, and feel the breeze through my window
Slip on a fatigues, grab a dutch and roll some indo
It be days like these, that make life so much easier
Fish thawin' out, Guinness Stout in the freezer
Walk the block at my leisure (my leisure)
Summertime is like a anesthesia
So many pretty things to please ya
The greenery
Beautiful birds, natural scenery
Or even just a infinite sky
We be forever puffin' lah
On the block, or tellin' jokes in the ride (ha ha ha)
When the weather be hot, everybody be outside (whut)
Havin' fun (aight?), eatin' fresh fruits and vegetables
And good food put me in the mood for a festival
Some say the summer make a woman more sexual (s'up, boo)
It's instinct -- that's why my game be right on schedule
I put the great Mother Nature on a pedestal
She always fly, but today, she's exceptional
If I had a chance to make a wish
Every day would be just like this, full of Happiness
Chorus:
I feel great
Even though we got mad things to deal with
Happiness is all in the mind
Let's unwind, and find a reason to smile
I'm just glad to be livin'
Feelin' fine
Leavin' my bad times behind
Feels great
And no, we can't escape from the realness
Happiness is all in the mind
Let's unwind, and find a reason to smile
I'm just glad to be alive
Feelin' fine
Livin' life one day at a time
Feelin' great
Yeah, knaw'msayin'?
I just wanna give a shout out
To everybody who got a birthday today
Happiness (Happiness)
Verse 2
Have you ever heard the children play?
Sometime, I feel the same way, roll up a j, and get away
Put some food on the grill
And just chill
Maybe build with my elders (uh)
Never know the things they could tell ya
Learnin' why the caged bird sings (why it do that?)
'Cuz it's the vital things you know that separate the men from the Kings
The flowers that bloom and the Sun (uh)
And everybody singin' the tune, 'cuz it's time to have fun
We out, rollerbladin' (uh, uh), a day where no one coulda stayed inside
Wash the car, now it's time to take a ride
Me and my crew hangin' out, all night to sunrise
Celebration of life, 'cuz every day is a surprise
Think of the rich countryside on the land of Jamaica
Mountains, springs and green acres
Or any other place in the world your mind takes you
It's the good times in life that everybody can relate to (uh)
And you can leave your troubles behind
And have a wonderful time
Lay back and just ease your mind (whut)
You can leave your troubles behind
And have a wonderful time
Lay back and just ease your mind
[conversations in a prison facility]
[Verse 1]
Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock
But prison ain't nothin but a private stock
And she be dreamin 'bout his date of release
She hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, free Fred
Son of a Panther that the government shot dead
Back in 12-4-1969
4 o clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine
Cuz Fred Hampton jr., looks just like him
Walks just like him, talks just like him
And it might be frightenin, the feds and the snitches
See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters
So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
18 years because the 5-0 said so
They said he set a fire to a Arab store
But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor
HOOK:
Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man locked up
(Hello?)
Collect call from Ness
(Where are you?)
Yo shit is crazy boo, I miss you
(Have you been alright?)
Yo, can you put some money in my commisary?
[Verse 2]
Little Kenny been smokin lucy since he was 12
Now he 25 locked up wit a L
They call him triple K, cuz he killed 3 niggas
Another ghetto child got turned into a killa
His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy
Grandmama had to raise the baby
Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty
Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home
Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane
Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name
But y'all know how the game go
Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been
Never see the hood again
HOOK 2X
[spanish speaking]
cuando yo llamo, como tú no me quieres escuchar
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan retratos,
no tengo dinero. Estoy aquí jodío en la cárcel metío!!!
[Outro: repeat 2X]
You aint gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin routine
They put is in a box just like our life on the block
*Two Guys Talking*
(Guy 1)
Help me!
(Guy 2)
You want me to help you?
Man is evil, capable of nothing but destruction
(Narrator)
Once upon a time
There was a very serious situation growing
There was a farmer and a farmyard filled with animals
And this is the story of their times
Verse 1
Old man Sammy had a farm
Walked the land with the wife
Most of the time shit was calm
His whole life was maintained off the everyday labor
from the mules in the field to the cattle in the stable
This is how we kept food on this table (maxing)
You would have he was disabled by the way he be relaxing
Acting like Mr. Magnificent
But the animals were thinking something different
The sentiment was tension in the barnyard
Throughout the years they had been through mad drama
with the farmer, word is bond
And they all came to one conclusion
They argued there was no way they'd ever be free
If it was up to humans
Therefore the only course left was revolution which was understandable
And since the pigs promised to lead in the interest of all the animals
They planned a full attack
Under the leadership of Hannibal
The fattest pig in the pack
The next morning on the farm
Everything was calm
Just before dawn
But before long
The sun got so hot it made the farm seem electric
Now check it
This is when that shit got hectic
Directed by Hannibal, the animals attacked
Old Sam was in a state of shock
And fell up on his back
And dropped his rifle
Reaching in vain
Each and every creature from the field at his throat
Screaming "Kill, feel the pain."
Chorus
This is the animal in man
This is the animal in you
This is the animal in man
Coming true (2X)
Verse 2
After they ran the farmer off the farm
The pigs went around and called a meeting in the barn
Hannibal spoke for several hours
But when talks about his plans for power
That's when the conversation turned sour
He issued an offical ordinance to set
If not a pig from this day forth then you insubordinate
That's when the horses went buckwild
One of them shouted out
"You fraudulent pigs, we know your fucking style!"
Hannibal's face was flushed and pale
All the animals eyes full of disgust and betrayal
He felt the same way Sam felt
They took his tongue out of his mouth
And cut his body up for sale, for real
You better listen while you can
Its a very thin line between animal and man
When Hannibal crossed the line they all took a stand
What would have done?
Shook his hand?
This is the animal in man
Chorus (4X)
Narrator
I’m on the warpath,
I’m on the warpath,
I’m on the warpath,
I’m on the warpath,
Lady Liberty dressed in drag
Silver badge
No country for old men.
Renegade police man.
True evil,
Oppressor of the people.
Blue lethal.
Psychopathic.
Arm of the State,
Licensed to kill.
In the inner city he hunts and lurks
Bloodthirst.
Vampires, want to protect the Evil Empire.
His business, mercenary.
No code of honor
A blue wall of silence
His actions cause riots.
Murderer, terrorist, racist, supremacist
Terrorize the residents, intimidate the innocent
Power unlimited
Targeting the prey, with the hoodie and the jewelry
He the judge, the jury, and the executioner.
Redneck Lucifer.
The streets is on fire, 40 years you’ve been abusing us.
I dream I throw his ass off of Lakeview Terrace
So I ran up I the precinct,
And I shot the sheriff.
It’s been a long time comin’
I can’t hold on much longer.
It’s been a long time comin’
And the waitin’ made it stronger.
It’s been a long time comin’
It’s way too late for you now.
It’s been a long time comin’
And ain’t nothing you can do.
I’m on the warpath,
Come at ‘ya like a freight train comin’
I’m on the warpath,
Want to hit the ground runnin’
I’m on the warpath,
I’m on the warpath,
I’m on the warpath,
The police: ‘Cause I can’t take it no more.
Eh yo, my brain fried,
And I’m off duty,
I’m ‘bout to pull out my gun and go shoot me a movie
You think you’re hardcore?
But you ain’t ready for war.
When you see me comin’, pray for the door.
You’re probably just a snitch anyway
In a ditch into grave
And the President don’t got shit to say
50 shots is nothin’
It’s been 500 years I’ve enjoyed seein’ all ya’ll mommas in tears
As I haul your ass off to jail.
Stop goin’ to church prayin’ to God.
You livin’ in hell, and I’m the gate-keeper.
My boss the Grim Reaper,
Better known as the Sergeant of the Police Department.
And guess what’s next for the X generation?
About to turn the whole damn hood into a slave ship.
You thought that was some shit in New Orleans?
You better watch out for the global warmin’.
When you close your eyes at night,
And you think you’re safe at home,
You’ll never see me comin’
And you’ll wake up all alone.
You made your bed baby
And I hope you’ll never sleep,
I’ll be waiting for you in your dreams.
You’ll never get that deep
I’m on the warpath, with the freight train comin’
I’m on the warpath, want to hit the ground runnin’
I’m on the warpath,
The police: This still a war.
I’m on the warpath,
The police: And I can’t take it no more.
I’m on the warpath,
So I ran up in the precinct,
And I shot the sheriff.
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
I was trained to defend myself for my brain and my mental health
The white man got the wealth he held back
We're living in hell black and niggaz can sell crack
But that ain't gonna change this thing
If you gonna bang, then bang for change
Don't bang for crazy things if not don't bang
If you gonna ball play the game how it should be played
Can you dribble a grenade?
To save your life you payed the price
Mama raised you right now how you ain't gonna fight?
For the white man's laws hell no
For the cause, because we got to get what's ours
Gotta struggle for the motherfucking power
'Cause we're livin' in the last few hours
It's 11:59, I think it's bout time
We get on the grind, and get out the carbine
With freedom of mind we can see what we can find
If you can spot 'em, pop pop pop the Po-9
This is only a rhyme so now don't get scared
Listen to the message in the word
Don't let your sight get blurred, you heard this righteous words
You might prefer it from a car mic
Timeout, I didn't say bug out, ball out, bling out
All you'll sell-outs get the hell out
This year it's RBG so bang on out
Uh, we people army nigga bang on out
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Yo, yo, what you know bout heart?
Can't be the weak link in the squad
Gotta look way deep in your heart
Anything in the way gotta go straight through take charge
Can't hide from your flaws when you ride for the cause
'Cause a nigga will pull your card
Keep your guard up 24/7 on the street
Like you're doin' hard time on the yard
What you know about heart?
Can you assemble your heat in the dark
Take it apart, and clean all the parts?
Life is a journey, a course, like learning a martial art
You can't have partial heart
Gotta get your own, if you drop the bone, dog
We all fall it ain't over till the problem solved
Get your back up off the wall
My niggaz is riders, we fighters, we tight as a fist
RBG's up in this bitch, so bang on out
If your khakis is saggin', you reppin' your rag
And you holdin' the magnum
Use it for freedom nigga, bang on out
All my dirtiest dirts, revolutionaries and visionaries
Don't be no scared nigga, bang on out
It's a war goin' on in the streets
We hollerin' fuck the police
Ain't 'bout no peace, nigga, bang on out
Me so you see fifty niggaz in all black fatigues
My regime runnin' down your street
At the end of the block, we got the god damn cops
And they hope we sink, tell me what you see
I see buildings burning, motherfuckers trippin'
For a goddamn purpose, the police is nervous
'Cause we done observed 'em now niggaz is thinking about murder
We ain't talking, no more, and we ain't squashin' shit with Po-Po
And we ain't marchin' in the middle of the goddamn road
'Cause martin got smoked, niggaz ready for war
So get the fuck up, we fixin' to set the city to fire
This time when we ride we burnin' it down, turn this shit 'round
Keep your justice, your peace and keep blessin' the heat
And that there crooked officer
We won't stop blazin' till they coughin' up blood
Wanna slang my baseball cap to the back and get busy, nigga
You say you a soldier, well get over here nigga we under attack
As soon as they done, they get gone
Murder mo come, come, they done, me red rum
Me red rum, they done and when we put 'em in they grave
We toss in a donut, and tell 'em we don't surrender, surrender, no
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
I ain't talkin' 'bout no hustle
I ain't talkin' 'bout no gangster
I'm hollerin' at them soldiers
Revolutionary culture
Yo, goin' out, we light this J up right here
For all the hard workin' folk
Cross this country, cross the world
For everybody on the grind everyday nine to five, eight to twelve
You know how we do it hand to hand, whatever, yo, yo
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothin' you don't already know
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
Like this world just don't want us to grow
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothin' you don't already know
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
Wanna run up in the white house and kick in the door, woh ooo oh
What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty?
Work all week let the bossman pimp me
Can't pay no rent till the fifteenth, landlord call the police to evict me
Lookin' for a job in the want ads
Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask
Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass?
In between jobs in the past? How you get cash?
I done worked over hot ass stoves, I done picked up trash off roads
Winter time in the streets and the cold
Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the floor
What you know bout bein' po' seein' most of yo kinfolk be on dope?
Ain't nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system
And that's why we don't vote
Still payin' niggaz four twenty five, how the fuck we supposed to survive?
I'm close to the edge, government takin' most of my bread
In taxes might as well have this close to my head
Make a nigga wanna wild out
Run up in the white house with the gouge out, click clack
Give me my shit back beeyatch
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothin' you don't already know
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
Like this world just don't want us to grow
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothin' you don't already know
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
Wanna run up in the white house and kick in the door, woh ooo oh
Puttin' on my uniform, just a number on a W four form
See where I'm from it's a few ways out
Either rappin' or sports either dope or the casket
You can work to the bone but don't put all yo eggs in one basket
We don't never get a piece of the pie, work fifty years, retire then die
Stay po', rich folks is the criminal but you don't wanna hear me tho' so
Thank God it's Friday, ain't it what we live for?
Nigga gotta get up out the plantation
Same job that my pop had before me
Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation
Make a nigga wanna wild out
Run up in the white house with the gouge out, click clack
Give me my shit back beeyatch
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothin' you don't already know
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
Like this world just don't want us to grow
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothin' you don't already know
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
Wanna run up in the white house and kick in the door, woh ooo oh
My J O B
Is just like a plantation
They owe me
But got me fillin' out this application
My J O B
Is just like a plantation
They owe me
And got me fillin' out this application
Chorus:
I got so much trouble on my mind
refuse to lose
refuse to lose
(it's just energy man)
I got so much trouble on my mind
refuse to lose
refuse to lose
(it's electric)
I'm caught up in this untouchable mentality
as a man thinkin it becomes his reality
I used to let stress build up until I learned
that stress'll eat your insides up like worms
see worry is the cousin of death
thinkin negative you might as well go ahead & bury yourself
I was taught by the struggles of life to be strong
like ian, you hafta have the heart of a lion
I been through my share of this hell, but still I rise
many days didn't know what to do
but we survived
every struggle is a test, a lesson
you just gotta figure out how to overcome & catch the blessin
they want us to turn to dope & lose all hope
spirit broke & confused
but I refuse to lose
through fear, through pain, through loss
I can't stop
won't stop
till we make it to the tip top
this is hip hop
Chorus:
I got so much trouble on my mind
refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
(I, I will not lose)
I got so much trouble on my mind
refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
(I, I will not lose)
ay yo, failure ain't an option it's a death sentence
you can't survive without no food that ain't no sustenance
plus when it's crunch time
back on the wall
life on the line
before you lose your balance & fall
you will find that it's an instinct
act first & then think
second law of nature, self preservation
move without reservation
no hesitation when it comes to me & mine
do you come from that design or do your compass need alignment?
I'm mercernary
My assignment?
kill or be killed, a sin or a skill?
however you define it
a sa siembra victoria
revolutionary propaghanda intended to raise warriors
ain't nothin like this world crisis
the price of life is measured by the lifeless
it's brutal but I fight this
supply, demand, inflation rises
we can't afford the rice
there's nothing to eat
I know it's hard to digest
Chorus:
I got so much trouble on my mind
refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
(I, I will not lose)
I got so much trouble on my mind
refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
(I, I will not lose)
they say the best revenge: success & living well
no more throwin them coins down in that wishing well
go out & get your own
we all reap what we sow
the end is all on you
what you gonna do?
I got bass strong enough to cut through a coal mine
hold a goal in my mind till I reach the gold mine
overtime grind
with no days off
but ain't nothin like the feelin when it all pays off
all it take is the thought of my son for motivation
long as I'm alive you can't break my dedication
family first
everything real in the field
it's a cold game
life don giva fuck how you feel
we live in a material world or so it seems
but I ain't got nothin to lose but bad dreams
when I woke up I was already 17
but I was determined to break the cycles I'd seen
when I learned that the blood in my veins came from kings
it curdled, when I looked at the present day scene
but the same pressure that turned my brother to a fiend
I face it, embrace it & convert it into steam
Chorus:
I got so much trouble on my mind
refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
(I, I will not lose)
I got so much trouble on my mind
refuse to lose
I refuse to lose
(I, I will)
Crank up your speakers
To all my niggaz
Every hustlin', niggaz
Strugglin', niggaz
Revolutionary, niggaz
Gangbangin', niggaz
Chain gangin', niggaz
To your freaky sick
I refuse to be a stereotype in your box
Never wanna try to be somethin' I'm not
I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it
Stay blowin' on green, if you got it twist it on up
DP's givin' a fuck
RBG'd up in some gangsta chucks
Throw your fist up homie if you know what's up
All my comrades puttin' in soldier work
We rollin' dirty with it, fully dedicated
So real that the radio will never play it
But that's cool, the enemies supposed to hate it
Freedom ain't gonna come till we regulate it
That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video
Really do, we really got beef with the popo
Never know when they gonna put you in a choke hold
This is for you new niggaz holdin' for the radio
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bull shit
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bull shit
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bull shit
Turn off the radio
People's radio
Yo hang on, that's police
What's on the radio? Propaganda, mind control
And turnin' it on is like puttin' on a blind fold
'Cause when you bringin' it real you don't get rotation
Unless you take over the station
And yeah I know it's part of they plans
To make us think it's all about party and dance
And yo, it might sound good when you spittin' your rap
But in reality don't nobody live like that
You wanna know what kind of nigga I am
Let me tell you 'bout the nigga I'm not
I don't fuck with the cops
Platinum don't me that it gotta be hot
I ain't gotta love it even if they play it a lot
You can hear it when you walk the streets
How many people they reach?
How they use music to teach?
A radio program ain't a figure of speech
Don't sleep, 'cause you could be a radio freak
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bull shit
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bull shit
Turn off the radio
People's radio
I gotta fat chain, I gotta fat whip, I gotta fat
Nigga get off that bull shit
Crank up your speakers
Your woofers and your tweeters
Turn up your recievers
We bangin' off the meter
Crank up your speakers
Your woofers and your tweeters
Turn up your recievers
We bangin' for the people
Crank up your speakers
Your woofers and your tweeters
Turn up your recievers
We bangin' off the meter
Freak-freak y'all, to the beat y'all
DP's dog, we gotta eat dog
People's radio, on the stereo
For the ghettos and the barrios
Freak-freak y'all, to the beat y'all
DP's dog, we gotta eat dog
People's radio, on the stereo
For the ghettos and the barrios
Crank up your speakers
Your woofers and your tweeters
Turn up your recievers
We bangin' for the people
Y'all gonna get black-balled
Nigga what? Nigga get these black balls
Now there's two things that's the same
In every hood, in every ghetto across the world
And that's struggle, and that's dreams
In my hood, Southside Tallahassee, FL
I had both of those, still got both of those
I?ma let you in on somethin? real quick
Let's take it back to the early ?90s
Taleho, Florida is where you'll find me
'78 Omega automobile I'm driving
Bass bamblin? with the wind behind me
Hitch from the attic is the name of the crew
?Coz road shows and hoes that's all we do
And all three P's believe me, we got that hot shit
To the point that nigga 'bout to quit on college
Parents upset ?coz I shat on school
Beat spot got hot so I'm playin' it cool
Crew movin' to New York, I'm 22 years old
My girl's stayin' ?coz she's scared of the cold
Out in the world
(Where you tryin' to make it at)
Out in the world
(Where they tryin' to take it at)
Out in the world
(Where my folk tryin' to get fat)
Out in the world
(And every time get set back)
Out in the world
(Where my dawgs at?)
Out in the world
(Uh huh, fo? sho)
(Where my folk gonna stay strong)
Out in the world
(Niggas move on)
Now I'm in the Brook, how I indicate her
Whole different look, different sound and flavor
Washin? dishes at the Hotel Four Seasons
15 an hour, don't plan on leavin'
Homesick, skippin' work every weekend
Went down, found out my girl was cheatin'
Heart broke, tired, started freakin'
Year later terminated for no reason
Got a new girl as the leaves turn brown
Seein' me stressed said she would hold me down
Had to move to the Bronx where the crooks be juxin?
Sold my first track, moved back to Brooklyn
Music 101, the whole game is dirty
Got me 25, feelin' all of 30
Went from a lover to straight up hustler
Stressed a lot, developed clusters
Out in the world
(Where you tryin' to make it at)
Out in the world
(Where they tryin' to take it at)
Out in the world
(Where my folk tryin' to get fat)
Out in the world
(And every time get set back)
Out in the world
(Where my dawgs at?)
Out in the world
(Uh huh, fo? sho)
(Where my folk gonna stay strong)
Out in the world
(Niggas move on)
2 G, Y2K bug is gone
Put my gas mask back 'coz them lights is on
Dead Prez in the stores and the streets is groovin'
Hi, I'm still broke and my beats is movin'
Gotta grind harder 'coz my bills is major
Got a cell phone, had to dead the pager
Can't blame the game 'coz the game don't feed you
Can't blame the world 'coz the world don't need you
Seem like every excuse I use is see-through
Help myself first, then help my people
'Coz folks sells hope, runnin' scams to burn me
Wash me, comb me, relax and perm me
Gotta get control and stop this car from swerving
Now I'm kinda cold, only the doe concerns me
Try to spend less than the amount I'm earnin'
Lessons everyday I'm learnin'
Out in the world
(Where you tryin' to make it at)
Out in the world
(Where they tryin' to take it at)
Out in the world
(Where my folk tryin' to get phat)
Out in the world
(And every time get set back)
Out in the world
(Where my dawgs at?)
Out in the world
(Uh huh, fo? sho)
(Where my folk gonna stay strong)
Out in the world
{There was an incident where
A police had shot a black man in the back
And then went and plant a gun next to him
And say that the guy draw a gun on him
Which they find out after the investigation
That the guy didn't have no gun
The police had shot him in cold blood}
Wake up nigga
Wake up nigga
Wake up wake up wake up
Backseat of the 'lac, big gat in my lap
Ready for combat, feelin' like Geronimo Pratt
We had the windows cracked, headed up the strip
Black rag in my hand, don't want no prints on the clip
Hollow tips 'cause we thugs with this shit, my nigga
This ain't no game, we bang for yo hood, my nigga
I take a left at the light, turn off the headlights and ride real slow
Now holla at me when you see the five 0
Alright Dirty, y'all boys ready?
'Bout to turn drive-bys revolutionary
Yeah, motherfucker yeah
Yeah, motherfucker yeah
Look at 'em run, too scared to pull they guns
Outta shape from them coffees and them cinnamon buns
This shit is fun, how I feel when the tables is turned
Hollow tips hit your flesh through your vests and it burn
That's a lesson you learn, comin' straight from the slums
And it don't stop till we get full freedom
Die, die, die
Just when you thought it was safe
Police kill a little boy last night
They said "It was a mistake"
But that won't bring back his life
His momma couldn't believe
That it could happen to her
She prayed to God everyday
Guess it just wasn't enough
And this is a revolutionary salute
Now mean to the comrades
Word, 'cause this is real shit
This ain't just stories you now I'm sayin'
People like Twyla Meyers
Crazy Balagon, Kunta Hari, Rushell McGee
Jalil Mutakeem, Hugo Yogipinell
Herman Bell, Zaahir Shakur, Asana Shakur
Nahanda Abiodum, Russel Maroon Shokes
George Jackson, Tariq Haskins, Mutulu Shakur
Lenin Paeltay, Jonathan Jackson, Shanta Senkoffer
Bunjy Carter, Albert Washington, Rusty Uhuru
Eddie Conway, the Black Liberation Army
Tupac Amaru Freedom Fighters
The Mau Mau, the Zapatistas, Black and Brown Power
Yeah
Long live, all soldiers
Uhuru
Holton Street
Dean Street, click clack
President, uh huh
Nostril out, DP's
Orange Al, RPG's
T-Town, who wanna ride?
Brooklyn, come on, come on
Sittin' in' the livin' room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing
Ready for a cake, better plot for the paper
We been livin' in' the dark since April
On the candle, gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the caper
Nigga get the phonebook look up in the yellow page
Lemme tell you how we fin' to get paid
We gonna order take out and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Let's ride, steppin' outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hidin' in the corridor until we see the beam from car headlights
White boy in' the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
You know what this is, it's a stick up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
You ran into the wrong niggaz
We runnin' down the block hot with these stacks of boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
Hell yeah, yo ain't you hungry my nigga?
Hell yeah, you wanna get paid my nigga?
Hell yeah, ain't you tired of starvin' my nigga?
Hell yeah, well let's ride then
Hell yeah, hell yeah
I know a way we can get paid you can get down
But you can't be afraid
Let's go to the DMV and get a ID
The name says you but the face is me
Now it's your turn take my paper work
Like 1, 2, 3 let's make it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And it's gonna be 'bout 3 weeks a waitin'
For American Express, Discover Card
Platinum Visa, Master Card
'Cause when we was spooked as shit then we was targets
Now we just walk right up and say, "Charge it!"
To the game we rockin' brand names
Well known at department store chains
Even got the boys in the crew a few things
Po po never know who to true blame
Sto' after sto' you know we kept rollin'
Wait two weeks, report the car stolen
Repeat the cycle like a like a laundry mat
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
Comin' out the mall with the shoppin' bags
We can take it right back then get the cash
Yeah, get a friend and then do it again
Damn right, that's how we paid the rent
Hell yeah
Time to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
Please steady on
It's a deadly struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
Time to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
Please steady on
It's a deadly struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
I know a caper
We can get some government paper
You know food stamps, can we really do that?
Hell yeah, right there for the takin'
Fuck welfare, we say reparations
And, uh, you know the grind
Get up early get in the line and just wait
Everybody on break that's part of the game
And when they call your name
Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim
I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless
But I gotta eat regardless
No family to run to I'm 22
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
My sad story made her feel close to me
I made her feel like it was an emergency
When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe
I came back with a big bag of groceries, hell yeah
Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day
I find out how to pimp on the system
Two steps ahead of the manager
Gettin' over on the regular tax free money out of the register
And when I'm workin' late nights
Stockin' boxes I'm creepin' they merchandise
And don't put me on dishes I'm droppin' them bitches
And takin' all day long to mop the kitchen shit
We ain't gettin' paid commission, minimum wage
Modern day slave conditions
Got me flippin' burgers with no power
Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour
I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position
I take mine off the top like a politician
Where I'm from doin' dirt is a part of living
I got mouths to feed, dawg, I gots to get it
Hell yeah, you down to roll my nigga?
Hell yeah, you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?
Hell yeah, your woman need money and things my nigga?
Hell yeah, well let's ride then
Hell yeah
If you claimin' gangsta
Then bring on the system
And show that you ready to ride
'Til we get our freedom
We got to get over
Please steady on the grind
If you claimin' gangsta
Then bring on the system
And show that you ready to ride
'Til we get our freedom
We got to get over
Holton Street
Dean Street, click clack
President, uh huh
Nostril out, DP's
Orange Al, RPG's
T-Town, who wanna ride?
Brooklyn, come on, come on
Sittin' in' the livin' room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing
Ready for a cake, better plot for the paper
We been livin' in' the dark since April
On the candle, gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the caper
Nigga get the phonebook look up in the yellow page
Lemme tell you how we fin' to get paid
We gonna order take out and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Let's ride, steppin' outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hidin' in the corridor until we see the beam from car headlights
White boy in' the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
You know what this is, it's a stick up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
You ran into the wrong niggaz
We runnin' down the block hot with these stacks of boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
Hell yeah, yo ain't you hungry my nigga?
Hell yeah, you wanna get paid my nigga?
Hell yeah, ain't you tired of starvin' my nigga?
Hell yeah, well let's ride then
Hell yeah, hell yeah
I know a way we can get paid you can get down
But you can't be afraid
Let's go to the DMV and get a ID
The name says you but the face is me
Now it's your turn take my paper work
Like 1, 2, 3 let's make it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And it's gonna be 'bout 3 weeks a waitin'
For American Express, Discover Card
Platinum Visa, Master Card
'Cause when we was spooked as shit then we was targets
Now we just walk right up and say, "Charge it!"
To the game we rockin' brand names
Well known at department store chains
Even got the boys in the crew a few things
Po po never know who to true blame
Sto' after sto' you know we kept rollin'
Wait two weeks, report the car stolen
Repeat the cycle like a like a laundry mat
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
Comin' out the mall with the shoppin' bags
We can take it right back then get the cash
Yeah, get a friend and then do it again
Damn right, that's how we paid the rent
Hell yeah
Time to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
Please steady on
It's a deadly struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
Time to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
Please steady on
It's a deadly struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
I know a caper
We can get some government paper
You know food stamps, can we really do that?
Hell yeah, right there for the takin'
Fuck welfare, we say reparations
And, uh, you know the grind
Get up early get in the line and just wait
Everybody on break that's part of the game
And when they call your name
Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim
I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless
But I gotta eat regardless
No family to run to I'm 22
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
My sad story made her feel close to me
I made her feel like it was an emergency
When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe
I came back with a big bag of groceries, hell yeah
Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day
I find out how to pimp on the system
Two steps ahead of the manager
Gettin' over on the regular tax free money out of the register
And when I'm workin' late nights
Stockin' boxes I'm creepin' they merchandise
And don't put me on dishes I'm droppin' them bitches
And takin' all day long to mop the kitchen shit
We ain't gettin' paid commission, minimum wage
Modern day slave conditions
Got me flippin' burgers with no power
Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour
I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position
I take mine off the top like a politician
Where I'm from doin' dirt is a part of living
I got mouths to feed, dawg, I gots to get it
Hell yeah, you down to roll my nigga?
Hell yeah, you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?
Hell yeah, your woman need money and things my nigga?
Hell yeah, well let's ride then
Hell yeah
If you claimin' gangsta
Then bring on the system
And show that you ready to ride
'Til we get our freedom
We got to get over
Please steady on the grind
If you claimin' gangsta
Then bring on the system
And show that you ready to ride
'Til we get our freedom
We got to get over
Holton Street
Dean Street, click clack
President, uh huh
Nostril out, DP's
Orange Al, RPG's
T-Town, who wanna ride?
Brooklyn, come on, come on
Sittin' in' the livin' room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing
Ready for a cake, better plot for the paper
We been livin' in' the dark since April
On the candle, gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the caper
Nigga get the phonebook look up in the yellow page
Lemme tell you how we fin' to get paid
We gonna order take out and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Let's ride, steppin' outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hidin' in the corridor until we see the beam from car headlights
White boy in' the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
You know what this is, it's a stick up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
You ran into the wrong niggaz
We runnin' down the block hot with these stacks of boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
Hell yeah, yo ain't you hungry my nigga?
Hell yeah, you wanna get paid my nigga?
Hell yeah, ain't you tired of starvin' my nigga?
Hell yeah, well let's ride then
Hell yeah, hell yeah
I know a way we can get paid you can get down
But you can't be afraid
Let's go to the DMV and get a ID
The name says you but the face is me
Now it's your turn take my paper work
Like 1, 2, 3 let's make it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And it's gonna be 'bout 3 weeks a waitin'
For American Express, Discover Card
Platinum Visa, Master Card
'Cause when we was spooked as shit then we was targets
Now we just walk right up and say, "Charge it!"
To the game we rockin' brand names
Well known at department store chains
Even got the boys in the crew a few things
Po po never know who to true blame
Sto' after sto' you know we kept rollin'
Wait two weeks, report the car stolen
Repeat the cycle like a like a laundry mat
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
Comin' out the mall with the shoppin' bags
We can take it right back then get the cash
Yeah, get a friend and then do it again
Damn right, that's how we paid the rent
Hell yeah
Time to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
Please steady on
It's a deadly struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
Time to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
Please steady on
It's a deadly struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
I know a caper
We can get some government paper
You know food stamps, can we really do that?
Hell yeah, right there for the takin'
Fuck welfare, we say reparations
And, uh, you know the grind
Get up early get in the line and just wait
Everybody on break that's part of the game
And when they call your name
Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim
I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless
But I gotta eat regardless
No family to run to I'm 22
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
My sad story made her feel close to me
I made her feel like it was an emergency
When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe
I came back with a big bag of groceries, hell yeah
Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day
I find out how to pimp on the system
Two steps ahead of the manager
Gettin' over on the regular tax free money out of the register
And when I'm workin' late nights
Stockin' boxes I'm creepin' they merchandise
And don't put me on dishes I'm droppin' them bitches
And takin' all day long to mop the kitchen shit
We ain't gettin' paid commission, minimum wage
Modern day slave conditions
Got me flippin' burgers with no power
Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour
I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position
I take mine off the top like a politician
Where I'm from doin' dirt is a part of living
I got mouths to feed, dawg, I gots to get it
Hell yeah, you down to roll my nigga?
Hell yeah, you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?
Hell yeah, your woman need money and things my nigga?
Hell yeah, well let's ride then
Hell yeah
If you claimin' gangsta
Then bring on the system
And show that you ready to ride
'Til we get our freedom
We got to get over
Please steady on the grind
If you claimin' gangsta
Then bring on the system
And show that you ready to ride
'Til we get our freedom
We got to get over
How do it feel to be high without drugs?
Some say it's the feelin' of love for yourself
I can't call it, I just threw up in the toilet
And all my life I said I wasn't gonna be no alcoholic
I'm fallin', son, tryin' to stay sober
But the alcohol be callin', son like a ghost
So let's make a toast to my liver and my kidneys
Pour out a little Henny, here's to gout in your twenties
Not many niggaz make it to thirty, we ride dirty
Breath stinkin', already drinkin', bright an' early
Out of earl an' Smirnoff, gin and eight ball
Passed out on the bathroom floor with my clothes off
Remember them knickies? Tall can't fit in they Dickies?
Before they put them cameras up in the corner store
It used to be so much fun when we was young
Tryin' to holler at somethin' smellin' like 151
Gettin' thrown out the club all buzzed
I'm 'bout to get the gun, dawg but I ain't even know where I was
My nigga Emae had to carry me home on many day
It was Heineken, Becks, Andres and Alize
They say alcoholism is in my DNA
'Cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way
They say alcoholism is in my DNA
'Cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way
I got so fucked up last night, I passed out
Assed out, man, I couldn't even get to the house
And I know I shouldn't been drinkin' on an empty stomach
But the fliest said 'Open bar', I said, fuck it
Went from vodka to rum, from rum to cognac
My body feel like I've been fightin' in combat
And I've been coughin' up yellow shit, breakin' a sweat
I've been shakin' like a leaf but that's just what I get
For pourin' my own poison and throwin' it back
And it's not enough to just know better, you gotta act
I know I said that the last time
But I was havin' such a good time
The liquor just took over my mind
And I don't wanna be a [Incomprehensible] ya'll
But when you're livin' in the bottle then the niggas stop carin'
'Coz the one's who made that alcohol ain't my friend
But the sad part is I'ma probably do it again, goddamn
I used to have a thing for cognac
But nowadays I train for combat
Pour your own poison
I used to have a thing for cognac
[Intro]
For my dogs in the pen, my niggaz hold ya head
For my dirties on the block, come up any way you can
For my homies in the street game, trying to get ahead
For homeless people sleeping on the sidewalks for beds
To the babies, born already on dope
Straight to his veins from the coast guard boat
[Verse: M1]
Baby daddies and if you late you cant participate
Baby mommas, I know what you going through. So sorry to disappoint you
Ghetto children your'e the spark, your'e the energy, your'e the heart
To the gran-ma's, your'e the glue cuz you know things fall apart
To the PP's, the P-O-W's, M-I-A's
To to A-R's, to the H-K's, to the M-1's, to the A-K's
To the comrades on the grind
Let me see who comes to mind
To my clic, to stic, Oh yeah I cant forget
What up Tahim, What up Abu
What up Common what up Badu
Jermaine, Dem, and Dee-Don
We bout to get our freak on
That's just our double ???? on
Peace, who dis?
Yo, this Deedon nigga, what's the deal Rob?
Peace, what's the deal you know what I mean?
Yo these niggaz having this be
Healthy shit today son, you know how
(Yeah)
That shit is going down it's gonna be mad trees
(Word, damn)
Mad snaz, ya mean you know how we gon do
(Man)
Yeah son, I can't even fuck wit it man nah mean
I got mad shit to do son, yo son stop playing
(Come on)
Man I wish I could fuck wit' you man
(Do that shit tomorrow or something)
Yeah, I wish I can go man but I got mad shit to do
This shit comes first you know? You know how it is man
Yeah, I hear you man, you know
I'm gonna hold it down and represent for you
Man P E O P L E, call me baby, one love, yeah peace
Discipline makes things easier, organize your life
Discipline makes things easier, organize your life
Uh um, uh um, it's gonna be alright
Uh um, uh um, it's gonna be fine
Uh um, uh um, it's gonna be alright
Uh um, uh um, it's gonna be fine
Discipline, discipline
(Practice makes pefect)
Discipline, discipline
(Health is wealth)
Discipline, discipline
(All things in moderation, plan your work work your plan)
Discipline
Discipline
Discipline
Hook:
Everywhere the white man go he bring misery
All throughout history, look it up
Everything them bald heads touch they fuck it up
Every government he set up, it be corrupt
Revolution
Dead prez, people army, steve marley, ghetto youth crew
Do you know who you are in the world? what is your world view?
What do you go through?, what has your life showed you?
What are you learnin in this so called life?
Do you have principle or do you blow with the wind
Do you wanna be free but don't know where to begin
Do you know your enemy from your friend, even you can
It's deep in this scannin the system that keepin us here
Will we survive, do you believe, are we afraid
Would you rather have control of your life, or be a slave
Show me a sign, a pig ain't no homey of mine
They own me what's mine, i show you if you loan me your nine
I'm only concerned for tables to turn
When the people learn the truth about the system, the cities will burn
And i stand firm, like chaka zulu, these crackers can't stop you
Who you?
[stephen marley]
This is what we be waitin for? 21st century we still poor
World war, they want me to kill four
What happened to the future they always predicted
With new science fictional things and space visits
I've seen two sides, us against them
Police troops ride with four to five men
Prison business is boomin, senators grin
People searchin for answers, where to begin
Capitilism born from the backs of blacks
White folks relax, live off the kick backs
Gettin work to the bone jo, build this country
Further exploided by class to make money
Filthy rich capilist with blood loot
Use main frames systems to bank and compute
With the next technology, credit to the wires
Internet growth the man more suppliers
Welfare, ederly checks and wage workers
All us, elephants trapped in they circus
Ain't fightin over man made chips no more
When the lights go out, it's gonna belong to the poor
I'm crazy, dem crazyDem crazy, dem crazy
Just those crazy boys, right and tough
Chorus 2x:
Everything you got, is what you took from me
Conditions on my block, just like me and slavery
[marley sayin more stuff]
I'm feelin, oh what i feel
Hook 2xWhere the warriors at?
Where the riders at?
Where them fighters at?
True soldiers don't die, long live all legends
It's all love
I don't eat no meat, no dairy, no sweets
Only ripe vegetables, fresh fruit and whole wheat
I'm from the old school, my household smell like soul food, bro
Curried Falafel, barbecued Tofu
No fish though, no candy bars, no cigarettes
Only ganja and fresh-squeezed juice from oranges
Exercising daily to stay healthy
And I rarely drink water out the tap, 'cause it's filthy
Lentil soup is mental fruit
And ginger root is good for the youth
Fresh veg-e-table with the ital stew
Sweet yam fries with the green calalloo
Careful how you season and prepare your foods
'Cause you don't wanna lose vitamins and miner-ules
And that's the jewel
Life brings life, it's valuable, so I eat what comes
From the ground, it's natural
Let your food be your medicine no exceedin'
Strictly herb, generate in the sun, 'cause I got Melanin
And drink water, eight glasses a day
'Cause that's what they say
They say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthy
My goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy
'Cause true wealth comes from good health and wise ways
We got to start takin' better care of ourselves
They say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthy
My goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy
'Cause true wealth comes from good health and wise ways
We got to start taking better care of ourselves, be healthy y'all
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold the fuck up, yo
We'll take this little intermission, listen what the
Fuck we gotta say, y'know?
Word is bond son, niggaz been livin' fat for too long, knowamsayin'?
Smokin' bogeys, fuckin' drinkin' all types of shit
Wailin' out, not givin' a fuck what they puttin' in they
Bodies, son, knowamsayin'?
'Bout time niggaz start thinkin' about that shit, son, knowamsayin'?
That shit is fuckin', makin' us deteriorate, son
Word up, we gotta care 'bout our little babies an shit, son
Niggaz got kids to raise, straight up
Ya gotta start learnin'' yo self, learning 'bout ya health, son
Learnin' this world we live in, kid, knowamsayin'?
It's time to start changin' all that shit god, word up
So I'm gonna leave y'all niggaz on some shit like that, ya knowamean?
Word up, y'all niggaz better start usin' y'all minds an shit, kid
Peace
I'm not a hunter but I am told that, uh, in places like in the Arctic
Where indigenous people sometimes might, might, hunt a wolf
They'll take a double-edged blade and they'll put blood on the blade
And they'll melt the ice and stick the handle in the ice
So that only the blade is protruding
And that a wolf will smell the blood and wants to eat
And it will come and lick the blade trying to eat
And what happens is when the wolf licks the blade
Of course, he cuts his tongue and he bleeds
And he thinks he's really having a good thing
And he drinks and he licks and he licks
And, of course, he is drinking his own blood and he kills himself
That's what the Imperialists did with us with crack cocaine
You have these young brothers out there
Who think they are getting something they gonna make a living with
They is getting something they can buy a car
Like the white people have cars, why can't I have a car?
They getting something, they can get a piece of gold
White people have gold, why can't I have gold?
They getting something to get a house
White people have a house, why can't I have a house?
And they actually think that there's something
That's bringing resources to them
But they're killing themselves just like the wolf was licking the blade
And they're slowly dying without knowing it
That's what's happening to the community, you with me on that?
That's exactly, precisely what happens to the community
And instead of blaming the hunter who put the damn handle
And blade in the ice for the wolf
That's what happens is the wolf gets the blame
Gets the blame for trying to live
That's what happens in our community
You don't blame the person, the victim, you blame the oppressor
Imperialism, white power is the enemy
Was the enemy when it first came to Africa
And snatched up the first African brothers here against our will
[guitar plays and birds in the background]
[Verse 1]
What you know about the running, the stretching
The cars, the weapons
The path, the journey
The jewels, the learning
The fear, the focus
The aches, the pains
The contact sparrin', the breaks, the sprains
The trial and error, the ranks, and belts
The spiritual growth, the science of breath
The tests, the techniques
The forms, the stances
The flow, the rhythm, the internal answers
The herbs, the healing, the quiet meditation
The truths reveal through daily dedication
The love for the art, the sweat on your shirt
The mind, the body, and the spirit that work
The feelings of failure, the hope to succeed
The battles of questions like "Should I smoke weed?"
[Verse 2]
The water, the thirst
The cleansing, the blessings
The flash of insights, the teachings, the lessons
The grappling and locking, trapping and boxing
The training and slacking
The starting and stopping
And stayin' committed, when your homies ain't with it
The hours or practice after the class is finished
The cause of your ignorance, flaws in your discipline
Broken laws of nutrition, and pork and dishin'
The vitamins and supplements
Salads and ointments
The kingships, pull joints in doctor appointments
The dues, the pads, the wraps, the gloves
The mouthpiece you left home, the taste of your own blood
The hunger, the blocks
The punches, the squats
The crunches, the example you set for the youngsters
The will, the skills, the kill or the hill
The separation between what's fake and what's real
The laws of physics, The class "comradery"
The vows of humility, the bow, the courtesy.
[guitar plays]
[Sample]
Self defense doesn't mean you run and attack someone
But you do have the right to defend yourself by any means necessary
[Verse 1]
The televisions have eyes
Your modern religion is live
Plotting a collision world wide
Watch the hour glass, the power class
Showing currency for world supremacy
Burroughs is burned down deliberately, son
We ain't about whats devil level
Smell the gun metal
King to mo' man
I read Mao Tse-Tung
Feel the foul taste that run on my tongue
Burn a L for everyone of my sons
There so much more than just herb in my lungs
Similar to spilt Mercury,
With enough force
They could've killed Hercules
This whole nation was built
Virtually, from capital to captivity
The earth could be the modest ??
You not listening
It's cold outside
They got the whole South side
Using bar codes,
Military blocks on all the state roads
And worse, somebody's chold got hung
They took his pants off,
Covered his whole body with ants, and cut his hands off
The type of shit that have your brain bleedin'
They about to start scanning the back of niggas hands
And get your vein readin'
They call it New World Order
But, son, this game is in the fourth quarter
World War 3, don't drink the water
Because...
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
These are the times that try a nigga soul
Population control, we wasting time chasing gold
They after more than your mind
They want your nation as a whole
It's time to take off the blindfold (I know)
(A thousand men, a thousand sorrows)
[Verse 2]
These are the times that try my thug sole
White collar crime
Deaf tones, gold, and drug sold
The truth is never told
I call it black Holocaust
Some say all is lost
But in the end
Your life is all it costs
Pronounce counter ??
Global 2000 ??, what they plan to do
In case of emergency
They building mad prisons with urgency
Son, I solemnly swear
They keep them slugs in the air
Until they murder me
Shut down the government
Revelutionaries be lovin' it
Clinton flee the country in a bubblejet
Trouble is yet to come,
For each crime, they tryin' niggas three times
Then probably prosecute me for this rhyme
International nickel and dime hustlers
Move weight and muscle us around
But my army bustin' rounds
Shells covered the ground for miles
Street ?? from here to Capitol Hill
And you can read it on a dollar bill
[Chorus]
[Chorus 2: repeat 2X]
I know (I know)
The time (the time)
They trying to take this world (world)
Of mine (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
They breakin' windows out with canisters of tear gas
Put out the cannabis
We fighting canibals with silver badges
I feel the madness in the wind
Like a premonition
Dee got the ammunition
Puffin' reefer while we cleaning pieces
None of my niggas don't believe in Jesus
We fight a war against the ?? Chevrolet Caprices
Whatever way we find feasible
Sometime shit be unbelievable
I'm seeing skeletons in parked vehicles
Put all the terrible types behind sandbags
My philosophy is much more than snatch your handbag
I'm talkin' shit like hand-to-hand,
Man-to-man, clan-for-clan
What side you stand?
Some of us will breakdown mentally
Some of us will pass away
Overwhelmed by injuries
But our victory is meant to be
I studied the signs for twenty-two years
And this is what it meant to me
[Chorus]
(Talking)
Drugs upress the people every day
(Chorus : Sung)
Sellin dope , servin weed, we had to hustle to hustle just to eat
(Verse)
Aint no hope in the streets you broke you sell dope
All my young nigas outside hustlin coke
know the drama, if you aint sellin crack then it's ganja
I've been through it done hittin nigas two for one
Pullin guns out and bustin my shit too.. WHAT?
I aint give a fuck i used to get a rush when i bust my *Gunshot*
Backin up my nickles in dimes, going through diffucult times
Writing my life story in ryhmes
But when i look at all the niggas they hit with mad time
In proportion to the big king pins it dont fit
You could get caught with barely half a slab and the judge sentance you like you ran the ave
I aint plan to get rich from sellin that shit it was survival
My game plan was not to get knocked by 5-0 but who am I?
Just a young nigga caught in the mix, and if this weed dont sell im gunna kop me a brick
(Chorus : Sung) x 2
It's been a minute since i've been in the game
Some years back i held crack i couldnt say the same
Ask my nigga Bang Double and Rawly we was troubled
Got the feen spot bubblin hot, we wouldnt never make a lot
I mean not like Scar Face or Neeno Brown or George Bush
No matter what you push it was politics and camera tricks. very deceptive
Criminalize us and foolin the collector
Fo the most part we dont own no boats or planes
We just cop it from poppy bag it in the celophane
It's a family thing, you gotta hustle all night
Yo, i seen fiends losing their brains for hard white
Ask my aunt and my brother and my stressed out mother
how realistic it gets its sadistic
Statistics show it's sick how we living, the one thing bigger than dope gangs is prisons
One million niggas inside, over three million is tied but the president lied
because the white house is the rock house
Uncle Sam the pusha man
This is for my people on the island.
(Chorus : Sung) x 2
Sung: x2
But what we gonna do when we caught up and have to face responsibility "diss dat getto shit diss dat ghetto shit"
chorus sung x 2 with this rap in background
"out on the block white tee shirt, army fatigues
niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D
sellin dope, you know how it beez tryin to get that government cheese
and the D's yell freeze seliin dope, white tee shirt, army fatigues
niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D
sellin dope, you know how it beez
tryin to get that government cheese
and the D's yell freeze
*sirens*
Talahasse up in this bitch
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose
Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose
Plus I ain't happy here, no, I ain't happy of your family
I ain't scared to die, even though I wanna live
Deep down inside I'm a cross between homicidal, suicidal
'Coz I was born to give my life like the Messiah
Smokin' weed till I can?t get no high, tryin' to ease the tension
Heavenly Father, did I mentioned in my confession
The world got me stressin', maybe death will be a blessin'?
[Incomprehensible] grew up learnin' lessons in the street
From seminary to 72nd in Lacey in the east
Side of Oakland, California I was on my own at a early age
That's why I'm filled with rage
I know the system is responsible
For the conditions of my black folks in the ghetto
All across America, their funk is deeper
I put the message in the music to wake you up out your sleep but
How could I keep my head above the water
When the force of the current is pullin' me harder than I can swim?
Sometimes I feel like I oughta die the death of a martyr
Before they kill me, I'ma slaughter [Incomprehensible]
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose
Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose
Plus I ain't happy here, no, I ain't happy of your family
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose
Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools
I ain't scared to die, I ain't scared to kill
I'm a righteous black gorilla from the hill of 72nd in Lacey St.
To all my comrades in the pen, wait for me
I swear to God, I'ma set you free
Even if I gotta lay it down in the dirt and if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'
If I'm dyin' atleast I died puttin' in work
And if there's Hell below, we all gon' go
Death can't hurt unless we die slow
Sometimes I look up in the mirror starin' deep into my own eye
Searchin' for the strength to carry on
Wonderin' if I died a physical death
Will my people remember me when I'm gone?
The ghetto is a warzone, 7200 is my head code
'Coz when the funk is on I pop the clip up in my chrome millimeter
The Grim Reaper, keep my heater in my shoulder
[Incomprehensible] soldiers at the hideout
Righteous black gorillaz 'bout to ride out, to put the smash down
Run up in the bank, yellin', ?We want the cash now?
To finance a revolutionary struggles all around
Lay it down on the ground
And if I hear the sound of a siren
I won't hesitate to get the firin' on everybody in the buildin'
Killin?, I'm a villain because I'm black
Put your hands up to the ceilin', keep on fillin' up the sack
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose
Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose
Plus I ain't happy here, no, I ain't happy of your family
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose
Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose
* "Hip-Hop" remix
[radio tuning]
It's still bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip
It's bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
[Verse 1]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
One thing 'bout music when it's real they get scared
Got us slavin for the welfare
Aint no food, clothes, or healthcare
I'm down for guerilla warfare
All my niggas put your guns in the air if you really don't care
Skunk in the air, make a nigga wanna buck in the air
for my brother locked up in the jump for a year
Shit is real out here don't believe these videos
This fake ass industry gotta pay to get a song on the radio
Really though, DP'z gon' let you know
It's just a game of pimps and hoes
And it's all 'bout who you know
Not who we are, or how we grow
I rap 'bout what I know, what I go through
What I been through, not just for no dough
Even though the rent due, what I'm into aint for no dough
Or just no fame, everything must change, nothin remains the same
Sick of the same ol' thang, it's bigger than "Bling Bling"
HOOK:
If I, feel it I feel it, if I don't, I don't
If it aint really real then I probably won't
Rollin with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop y'all I'm ready to die
Uhh, hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what
Hop c'mon, c'mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop y'all I'm ready to die
[Verse 2]
Hip hop means sayin what I want never bite my tongue
Hip hop means teaching the young
If you feelin what I'm feelin then you hearin what I'm sayin
cause these fake fake records just keep on playin
What you sayin huh DP bringin the funk
Let the bassline rattle your trunk, uhhh!
Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me cuz my pants that's tend to sag
Hip hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag
Whether ridin on the bus or you stole a jag
M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash
Revolutionary love til the day we pass
Will they play it on the radio
Maybe not, maybe so we gon keep it pumpin though
Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho
[Verse 3]
Ay dogg that label is that slave ship
Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves
If you really wanna eat you gotta hear the same thing
With the football, b-ball, or if you slangin that dope
Aint never seen no hope, brainwash video shows be foolin my folk
What the hell a brother gon do though, huh
When the rent due, when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off
Drop them raps or cock them gats
Aint never had shit ever since we came to this bitch
Why I gotta feel pain to get rich
'Stead of stackin chips, finna pack them clips
HOOK 2X
(Ride to this if you miss Tupac, bounce to this if you love Big Poppa)
Yo turn this motherfucking shit up!
Ha ha ha
Uhuru, coupe tete boule kay
Rwanda, Nigeria, Africa's in the house
My nigga D.R.
[Verse 1]
Nigga the red is for the blood in my arm
The black is for the gun in my palm
And the green is for the tram that grows natural
Like locks on Africans
Holdin the smoke from the herb in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues, and daishikis
Somewhere in between N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm black like Steve Biko
Raised in the ghetto by the people
Fuck the police you know how we do
[Verse 2]
Ayo my life is like Roots it's a true story
It's too gory for them televised fables on cable
I'ma a runaway slave watching the north star
Shackles on my forearm , runnin with the gun on my palm
I'm an African , never was an African-American
Blacker than black I take it back to my origin
Same skin hated by the klansmen
Big nose and lips, big hips and butts, dancin, what
HOOK:
I'm a African
I'm a African, uhh
And I know what's happenin
I'm a African
I'm a African, uhh
And I know what's happenin
You a African?
You a African?, louder
Do you know what's happenin?
I'm a African
I'm a African, uhh
And I know what's happenin
It's plain to see, you cant change me
cuz I'm a people army for life
Where you from fool?
[Verse 3]
No I wasn't born in Ghana, but Africa is my momma
And I did not end up here from bad karma
Or from B-Ball, selling mad crack or rappin
Peter Tosh try to tell us what happened
He was sayin if you black then you African
So they had to kill him, and make him a villain
Cuz he was teachin the children
I feel him, he was tryin to drop us a real gem
That's why we bucking holes in the ceilin when we hearin
HOOK
A-F-R-I-C-A, Puerto Rico, Haiti, and J.A.
New York and Cali, F-L-A
No it aint 'bout where you stay, it's bout the motherland
(repeat 2X)
[Verse 4]
It's like tank top, flip flop
Knotty dread lock, fuck a cop, hip hop
Make your head bop
Bounce to this, socialist movement
My environment made me the nigga I am
Uncle Sam came and got me and arrested my fam
Try to infiltrate and murder off the best of my clan
I'm not American, punk, Democrat, or Republican
Remember that, most of the cats we know, be hustlin
My momma work, all her life and still strugglin
I blame it on the government and say it on the radio
(What) and if you don't already know
Fake, Fake Records
Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh
All my dogs
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks says it controls your brain I know better than that
That's game and we ready for that two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react back the beats it don't reflect
On how many records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock and roll
Whether your project's put on hold in the real world
These just people with ideas they just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear again the real world
(World)
It's bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1, 2 my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do if that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame igniter, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire
Wolf-cry agent with a wire I'm gon' know it when I play it
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls if we don't get them
They gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them
Crackers in they city hall we ride for y'all
All my dogs stay real nigga don't think these record deals
Gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
Nigga all y'all records sound the same
I sick of that fake thug, R & B
Rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video
Monotonous material y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed
And still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice
A dream or some substance, a Beamer, a necklace or freedom
Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate I just stay awake
This real hip-hop, and it don't stop
'Til we get the po-po off the block, they call it
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit
1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
They call it
RBG's, RBG's, nigga it's that RBG's
RBG's, RBG's, nigga it's that RBG's
Tell me are you down? When it's goin' down
You got to hold it down, don't talk it put it down
Homey tell me are you down? When it's goin' down
You got to hold it down, don't talk it put it down
Homey tell me are you down?
Have you ever had a lesson from a OG?
From a nigga that's been in the war
Been locked up longer than I been on the earth
And his crime is defendin' the poor
And they can tell you bout death, tell you 'bout life
But most of all they tell you 'bout sacrifice
And they can tell if a woman ain't with you when you down
'Cause she never really could be your wife
What it mean to be D-O-W-N?
Is you homies still down when it's trouble you in?
You wanna have a good time make it hot
When the pigs come down on the block
Would they fuck with you then?
Now you wanna get high wit me, organize wit me
Start a clothes drive then maybe we can start a fire
Where my RBG's? My guerillas wit a GUE
Don't got a I-Ching homey get free
Who number one when we ride? We follow the plan
And there's a role for every man
With a chain of command even when the shit hit the fan
Anything get outta hand we still stand
To me bein' down mean more than bein friends, or kin
We comrades we struggle, through any trouble
Sacrifice my life in combat for you
So you know I gotta love you I'm down for my brothers
And sisters, fuck the system, bust your pistols, nigga I'm with you
Just put a rag on ya face when you ride
You don't want them satellites to take your picture
We gotta have a lot of discipline and it comes from within'
It's not somethin' you pretend, homey
A lot of niggas be talkin' that shit
When it really goes down it be gone with the wind, homey
Can't be no tower, gotta get this power by any means
Gotta know yourself and your enemy
When you puttin' it down for your family
Can't tell by no tattoo, can't tell by no handshake
It's scarred in the heart, bein' down is an attitude
Doin' what you gotta do, for the crew's sake
My definition of a soldier, revolutionary, military minded
And ready for whatever
Nigga hope for the best and prepare for the worst
Stay aware be alert bomb first, don't tell
Tell me are you down? When it's goin' down
You got to hold it down, don't talk it put it down
Homey tell me are you down? When it's goin' down
You got to hold it down, don't talk it put it down
* remake of BDP's "Black Cop"
(sound of 41 gunshots)
Pump pump pump
All Malcolm X massive
(revolution man hold tight soldier )
All rudeboy, hold tight
(M-1)
Cop SHOT, cop shot, cop shot, cop shot
Keep shooting my people,
we will shoot back
Me bring the M-1
you bust the Glock
ra-ta-bum-bum
on you like that
1-8-7 pon undercover COP
Another dead pig
knocked straight off my BLOCK
Cop shot, cop shot,
cop shot
Black cop,
white cop,
all cop
(stic.man)
Every police is a punk ass bitch
this is for my niggas in the streets
getting frisked
Gun to your head
handcuffs on your wrists
everywhere we at
we gotta start to resist
Black po' people
get no JUSTICE
the courts, the judge,
and the jury is fixed
every ghetto you go,
sick of this shit
throw up your fist
if you sick of this shit
(M-1)
The only good cop is a dead cop
police brutality
must come to a STOP
Dem kill Latinos
dem kill more black
Luima in Brooklyn,
Diallo in the BRONX
We spark rebellion,
watch them get ROCKED
self-defense is not a violent act
Police MURDER
budget get cut back
Guilliani send his troops to ATTACK
they soon retreat
watch them run back
cop shot, cop shot, cop SHOT
cop shot, cop shot, cop SHOT
buck, buck, buck, buck, BUCK
(stic.man)
These ghetto eyes of mine
ain't blind no more
I'm getting ready
for guerilla war
Cuz it's coming
Y2K computer glitch
Start running,
cuz you the snitch
You can catch two in yo s-t
I'm not a sellout
Let every nigga in a cell out
I don't hate playas
I hate the mayors
and the police commissioners
governors and senators
turning my people
into junkies and prisoners
I rock
for the folks that's locked
to break that lock
It feel good when
I hear Jake got shot
we can take this block
if you really want it
Call the People's Army
if you really on it
I seen enough shit
to turn your heart cold
Life is like walking
barefoot on hot coals
(M-1)
(unnngghhh)
Here's a government policy:
no justice,
no democracy
(uunnnggghhh)
this a modern day slavery
fire pon all country (?)
cop SHOT, cop shot, cop shot, cop shot
black cop, white cop ALL COP
whoop! whoop!
that's the sound of the Beast
??? dying in the street
lick a shot at ??
no justice, no peace!
the real .to all my niggas in the field
all rudebwoy, lick a shot! hold tight!
something real for your radio ( ____ ?)
we keep it raw for your video (ya can't test it)
DP's in your stereo
Motherf-kers don't hear me though
(woman's voice "Hooo" repeatedly)
Our people are poor, and you know damn well nobody wants to be poor
This play is gonna show how the pigs react when the people start
To take community, control over what belongs to them
And liberate it back (echoes)
Sometimes I just don't care
[Verse 1]
Murderation, modern hanging education
Price of your life is goin up it aint inflation
Incrimination, they got my picture at the station
Elimination, state to state we eatin by this nation
Them belly full, my trigger finger got pulled
To cut the bull shots'll warm your flesh like wool
These tools for survival make fools out of rivals
Fuck the Bible, get on your knees and praise my rifle
Your life is done there aint another place to run
Eat your own gun, scared because my people never known fun
[Verse 2]
Cops drive down the streets and blow my friends away
I try to smoke enough lah to take my sins away
This E&J; be freein us in it's own special way son
We live for the day, the only way dunn
The violence in me, reflect the violence that surround me
I choose that wildly Mr. Charley keep his eye on me
To figure my head, but them ass kissin niggas is dead
We learn the chokeholds with fishermen's thread
I read The Art of Sun-Tzu in a couple of fuckin days
Used to practice Kung-Fu with this nigga that's like, double my age
And you can put this on the government's grave
Somebody payin for the way we have to suffer and slave
Assassination, word up
I hope they get the assassins, I hope that something is done to them
Problem is they're killing them, it reminds me of something like what
Happened to Lincoln
You aint even safe wit a full clip
Hustle out on the president's grave
I'm sick of livin in this bullshit
We down to take it to the full length
Meet us up on Capitol Hill, and we can get up in some real shit
(repeat)
Check this out
All right its goin' down like this right here
You push you pay
Know what I'm sayin'? Everythin' counts, the trips you pay double
Keep your back straight and count them out loud
Come on, come on
Fifty in the clip get big get big
Fifty in the clip get big get big
Fifty in the clip get big get big
On the palms
On the fingertips
On the wrists
On the fists
Fifty in the clip get big get big
Fifty in the clip get big get big
Fifty in the clip get big get big
On the palms
On the fingertips
On the wood
On the bricks
Jumpin ropes, doin' gigs, basic drills with the stick
Fifty push-ups in the clip on the fists and the wrists
Gettin' swollen on the block, liftin' weights at the gym
Take the kids to the park do some techniques with them
Throw that hood, work that cross, stick your moves, tap that jaw
Tiger claw, lion paw, iron pawn can't be solved
Life is hard on the block, put your heart on the spot
You gon' ride or your not?
Brawn first, get the drop
Pay me
That?s head crack boy
That fever got nottin' on that
Stay away from the corners
?N trace your burner, you heard me?
Gettin' big with the click, keep it tight like a fist
Everybody hit the deck nigga four, five, six
Add it up, hit the block, no search add it up
Skinny niggas gettin' guts, sisters too, get the needs of fight no girl Push-ups R.B.G's fifty-fifty let me see what you got
Nigga don?t just watch me do it with me
You can do it through your breath from your gut not your chest
Push ?em out make them count go all-out count them out nigga
Four, five, six, look at that boy
Go together just like red black and green boy
You lookin' at Fred, Huey, and George right there
Word up, time to pay up
Put your muscle where your mouth is, get big count them out
Fifty
Forty-nine
Forty-eight
Forty-seven
Forty-six
Forty-five
Forty-four
Forty-three
Forty-two
Forty-one
Forty
Thirty-nine
Thirty-eight
Thirty-seven
Thirty-six
Thirty-five
Thirty-four
Thirty-three
Thirty-two
Thirty-one
Thirty
Twenty-nine
Twenty-eight
Twenty-seven
Twenty-six
Twenty-five
Twenty-four
Twenty-three
Twenty-two
Twenty-one
Twenty
Nineteen
Eighteen
Seventeen
Sixteen
Fifteen
Fourteen
Thirteen
Twelve
Eleven
Nine
Eight
Seven
Five
Four
Three
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