[Intro]
[Sounds of lighter flicking and bong use]
"...a bunch of bigoted jurors...they have no idea what it is to be other than white, and that's the whole truth"
[Verse: Adam Sherburne]
Welcome to the hate that Gates made
New definition in scope of the term police state
Pinochet coup American style
Ricochet hit another innocent child
Crowd of marchers stacked up
Against a weak police line calling for backup
Turn our anger into love
When we defend ourselves
When Bush comes to shove
One last word to the cops:
The end of the club, that's where the buck stops
You can turn in your badge, uniform and gun
Or get with the people or get ready to get done
Diplomatic channels have been exhausted
People sick and tired of paying the cost
We all say we want the violence to cease
But no justice, motherfucker, and no peace
[Verse: Paris]
P-Dog, back to break 'em off somethin'
And never frontin' when the rhyme keep comin'
Not lotto but I'm in it to win it and never lose
Never singin' but swingin' and bringin' nothin' but bad news
And I'm madder than a motherfucker
Won't slip and the record won't skip, better get hip
Finna pop, but I ain't Pop
How many cops gotta drop when the gat wreck shop
P-Dog comin' up on another level
No hope for the black folk, fuck a devil
It ain't nothin' but a skanless-ass trap
To keep motherfuckers broke and smokin' crack
So I'm grippin' on the clip and finsta move
Another nigga on the trigger with nothin' to lose
You better duck when the gat buck bitch
'Cause the funk is on and Young Mark gimme some of that
[Hook + Scratching]
(scratching) Yeah, pass the match!
(scratching) Pass the match!
(scratching) Yeah
[Verse: Paris]
Ain't nothin' changed, still anti-pig
Still anti-drug dealer and anti-house nigga
From bein' broke in slavery
And if the skin is brown
They only want you to stay down
I see the community need work
Black power mean mo' than a t-shirt
All I'm tryin to do is be sure
That the young black youth stay true to the format
And see the plan to kill the man
And understand, it ain't shit for life to end
Look at the Oaktown murder rate
We need mo' than a panel to set it straight
The next time somebody asks why
A motherfucker sit still while the black keep dyin'?
I'ma do Elihu and make you see you can't
Bullshit around with the people's fate
And that's why we hate ourselves
Sleepin' with the enemy, you're bound to catch hell
They ain't never been down with our side
So fuck Schlitz, Olde E and St. Ide's
You better hear the word when I warn ya
Now it seem like the whole world's Arizona
One for Rodney and Latasha and Tawana, boy, ya better check ya list
For guerrillas in the mist
A'ight
[Verse: Paris]
White supremacy ain't never been a friend of me
You better check it when I wreck it, 'cause it's gettin' deep
And get ready for the funk when the pot boil
With a dry rag, kerosene, and motor oil
Now the Aryan is scary and I'm runnin' up
Fat Tom better duck
When he try his luck
'Cause I'ma see that he suck on a tech-9
Or fifteen to his dome'll be fine
Or maybe I'll just tar and feather ya
And castrate ya 'cause I hate a devil too
Rape your women up, and then I'll rape your mind
Think about it: it's an eye for an eye
And now it's fittin'
That I'm spittin' on America
A black man with a plan, and I'm scarin' ya
It ain't a threat but a promise out to each
In L.A., Forsythe, and Howard Beach
Duck down when the clip from the tech pop
You can't fuck with the sound when the needle drop
So don't speak when I plan to wreck the house
You can't win when the truth is spoken out
A real case of a brother you love to hate
Can't be roughed up or hushed or set straight
You better know me on the Mike McGee tip
And grab another clip
For guerrillas in the mist
"What you did doesn't make sense."
"It does not have to! It only has to get noticed. They have to understand: oppressing people costs!"
