[woman singing]

[stic.man] Beatnuts, dead prez

[woman] What I wanna sayyy



[stic.man and/or m1]

Everytime I look around, I see

So much drama goin down

Everytime I look around, I see

So much fakeness goin down



[stic.man]

Why I'ma- be stingy when I could share?

Why I'ma- be hateful if I could care?

Why would I hate my own?

Or forsake my own?

Why would I- fuck around and get a jake on my chrome?

I wouldn't- have to stick you if we all could eat

It wouldn't be no need for beef

Dyin over streets we don't even own anyway

You could get bucked off anyday

We behind enemy lines

Y'all still writin Hennessy rhymes

While I'm tryna find a good price for a nine

Feel like my life on the line

That's why a nigga be hype all the time

Ready for the revolution at the drop a'a dime



[m1]

I got a duty to have security for my niggas

My duty to serve the beautiful black sistas

A duty to stand wit' anybody that's wit' us

And fully criticize all bullshittas

There should be awards presented- to niggas who fight back

Like Panther jackets, or sistas who light gats

I'm a full-blooded warrior, ready for change

Recognize any soldier that's doin the same

Because I love who I am, and that means everything to me

My life ain't worth a damn unless I'm dealin with reality

When I look myself in the eyes, it's just me

And I don't have to tell nobody no lies, I feel free

And I would rather deal with the truth and falsehood

Than bein fake with my people and claimin 'it's all good'

You can't run away from ya self, so that's useless

If your word is bond, then you don't have to make excuses



Everytime I look around, I see

So much drama goin down

Hold up! [intro to 'Old School Survival']

[crowd] Wait a minute!

Let's take it back to the old school

[man talking] Yo, 'memba back in the day?

When sh- everything was all smooth 'n calm

And shit was like- [other man]snap? on, nigga

Yo man, I'm doin it, I'm doin it man

I'm sayin like-'memba back in like in '70

Fuckin '79, Nah, nah '87! Tha's my favorite