[spoken] Yo, move on 'em! Grab his soul and get the black mind back! They just hope that he'll never wake up! Because they never wanna meet him on the battlefield.
War at 33 1/3 Haven't you heard I got quick and clever At the level of a scientist With this list my fist pumps chumps And don't miss Sorry majority grudge against the enemy And any other nigga wit an attitude see And any other rapper who's a brother Tries to speak to one another Gets smothered by the other kind Not so divine so I heard through the grapevine Sent the feds out to get mine Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91 Laughin' while they're searchin' for my 98 Accelerate the race from the chase Look at my face That they hate, but they don't want a debate To take, great Can I live my life without 'em treatin' Every brother like me like I'm holdin' A knife alright time to smack Uncle Sam Who don't give a damn, look at the flag My bloods a flood Without credit Black and close to the edit I fed it, you read it, just remember who said it
[spoken] If you challenge them in theology, don't challenge their political thinking. Don't challenge them in education. Don't challenge them in science. For that breaks the mold, that they are not used to.
War at 33 1/3 not really live I rather do it at 45 Went west in the quest for my intelligence Climbed a fence took a teacher on Ain't seen him since, hence he winced And convinced that the Black Was back revolving to a renaissance Bronze to gold I told felt bold Taught a so called teacher our role In civilizin' the whole globe Banned unplanned as I said I don't break down religion, why? There ain't a smidgen for a pigeon Just nature for bird, dog, worm or lion So my question to man is So why the lyin' God's law I saw is natural factual Only man creates a waste Defiance in his haste Based on a scheme a scam From some mastermind damn we read it And still be blind No need to search a fake church Evangelical hustler Anglo taxin' to muscle ya Check I wreck you guess yes All the bullshit, yeah, now that's progress