[Society's verse]

We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat

Now i recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth 

Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police

While yall playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.

I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and right brain

Cell by cell and frame by frame.

Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal. i 

Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through 

The curcitry.

Choake your team for their cream but that's as far as we go

Drop shit like seaguls and smash your little ego.

I get visions like stevie and coleco,

Give me 2000 live people

One late show no seaquel.

Aint no equal in the flesh

I been through more evil than men do.

Nasty off the head and with the pen too!



[Chuck's verse]

Now im pissed

Easy to rhyme on tracks like this

The more things change

The more they remain the same

These games them vidiots 

Playin on the brink of insane

Must be a hockey rink

Lost in their drink

In pursuit of plain jane

I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink

Now in these new tracks 

Some of these cats dont know how to act

All them criminal acts aint got nuttin to do wit rap

One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black

Quiet riot ,yall cant hear one hand clap

Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see

The mass reintroduction 

Of society to society

Together we got 100 years of sobriety

These clones 

Who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me

Turned out

They happy just to be in the house

So im a call emout

I aint no church mouse

Luvout



[Griff's verse]

I master rap

Write a 16 and half of that

Then eat some mix greens after that 

My raps niggerish black like licorice 

While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish

The hoods begging for deliverance"g" 

I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this

L y should get into the "sy"

I'm thinkng me and pe should have passed it on

Society's the menace

He get's more love than tennis

On the road to riches

Cause revolutions expensive

Finance whips. finance clips spend our chips

In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine azz tits.

No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist

While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys

Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my lips

Still aint signed the master mind

The masters mine. hey!!!!



Back in your dome where the rebelz rome

The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed



Public enemy the 7th octave we out