Lift every voice and sing
  Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing
  So save the negro spiritual
  It's 1992 and niggaz need a miracle
  And no more song and dance
  like we shall overcome, and ain't got a chance
  Y'all stuck on "I have a dream"
  Need to put the picket sign down and get on the team
  Stand up and do somethin
  Stop beggin for a meal, cause everything is real
  Nigga look at yourself, you in hell
  Claimin wel-fare, or should I say fare-well
  Mr. Christian, you was too spooky
  Now Bush wanna slave, and Russia wanna nuke me
  And the most you can tell me is love thy enemy?
  Stay off the Hennesey
  Pops I want freedom, so hand me the nine
  You can pray for yours, but I'ma go get mine
  Now how long has it been?
  For a hundred and thirty-seven years, but neva again

  [Kam]
  God bless America.. but for what?
  How bout God damn America, the slut (yeah)
  Now I can name that tune
  Cause the land of the free is sellin negroes at noon
  But how soon we forget
  Mention the holocaust, niggaz have a fit
  Sorry it's real but I'm fresh out of tears
  Cause lynch that nigga's still ringin in my ears
  I want freedom, justice, equality, Islam
  So it's hard to keep calm
  when I'm accused of bein racist for lovin my people first
  Now they wanna put me in a hearse
  but black people never made white slaves
  And we was too lovin to put Jews in a oven
  But the pilgrims wasn't so friendly then
  And by the way, I never ate a Indian
  So who's the real savage?
  Six feet tall on the average
  Mark the number of the God damn beast
  To the East my brother to the East say neva again

  [Kam]
  Oh say can y'all see?
  It's the home of the slave, land of the never free
  America me, the so called negro
  with another verse, so here we go
  As long as y'all been givin me hell
  No wonder there's a crack in the Liberty Bell
  to tell on America the Beautiful
  The bitch need a facelift, for this race myth
  And now for you to pull a caper, kidnap rape her
  The penalty is DEATH
  Cause we ain't forgave or forgot
  blacks bein murdered, tortured and shot
  Six hundred million, one-eighty-sevens
  It's bringin wrath down from the heavens
  So let my people go Pharoahe, the arrow
  is point at your dome, and if we don't make it home
  Cancel Christmas
  Like EPMD we got some "Unfinished Business"
  From way back, payback for your sin
  So paleskin, tell a friend, neva again