[Chorus: Pras Michel]

Pine, boxes, nine, oxes

Unidentified, flying objects

Crime, doctors, slime, coppers

Niggaz that can't get out man they locked up



[Pras Michel]

Criminal, minded, you've been blinded

Justice for all (c'mon) help me find it

Please we'll wind it, get in the hole

and start to grind it, who's behind it

Big brother got us spread like an atlas

Powerless in fear that leads to paralysis

Now when I speak, do your psycho-nalysis

And those recordin Wonderland like Alice's

Y'all don't know about guerilla warfare

Kids in Haiti, trapped with the hardware

Wear them by the pair while playin truth or dare

Prisoners of war worse than the terror scare

This is the jungle we live in, this is the concrete

I call you pussy cause you are what you eat, homey

It's the art of war homes they play for keeps

So you still think that gangster shit is sweet?



[Chorus x2]



[uncredited guest rapper]

Remember when you had a lot, yeah it was yours for sure

But we fight back, and ain't takin your shit no more

So raw, my four-four's leave a couple bent

The government talk shit, hand 'em a Doublemint

You fuckin with me?  I see you like a jewel

With the terrorist my nigga, diesel like the fuel

Step up smash your team, throw matches at your head

Quarters after we bathe it in gasoline

or petroleum, you think it's sugar when it's sodium

Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin 'em

All in the zone, have your dough and your fame

But you ain't takin nuttin wit'cha, but your bones to your grave

To the world you're a slave, we the makers

Revolutionary haters, as anthropologists, gynecologysts

Astronauts and shit, I don't think y'all ready

for the apocalypse, so y'all better stay on top of shit



[Chorus x2]



[uncredited guest #2]

My flow contradicted, apocalyptic

With plans to cop the riches, make blacks stop the snitchin

Politics mixed with, new statistics

Futuristic, tell me are you a witness

or a soldier?  Innocent, criminal minded

I'm militant, wise to ignorant, livin with

No time to eat and no time to sleep, my hustle is deep

Wearin the same gear all week

Near all heat, until I draw, it's kind of raw

Like a war between my ances-tors and dinosaurs

I'm on some fuck the cops shit, ask your moms

She don't even know, what this [?] tax is on

Probably got another country never shown on map

For secret agents and the ones who faked they death live at

Where your kids disappear to when they get kidnapped

Streets is white, life is black, and this shit is trapped



[Chorus]



[beatboxing]

Y'all been rockin fatigues for years right?

Y'all ready to war?!



[Chorus]



[Pras Michel]

Alright, where you at my niggaz?  You in the Matrix?

Get the fuck off the streets, y'knahmsayin?

Fuck all that gangster shit, we here

It's real niggaz, put on your boots, man up!

Get ready for war, ha, guerillas baby, [?]