"Come on!"

Fa ya gon', fa ya gon'!

Check it out though

"Come on!"

Yea, yea yea yea yea yea yo yo



You could never understand

The way that I feel but you swear ya can

Cuz you politics just make me sick

Let the ghetto knock drop 'til the speakers split



[Verse 1:]

Yo I never roll dolo, even when I'm solo

Spirits come when the drums throw bolos

Baby rocking Polo, cocoa butter tears

Words to offend you shystie ass queers

You made for the scrillas, welcome to the realest

Styles that we bless, too fresh! You can't feel us

Fronting on the radio cause you can't blend

Hard for original sounds to get spinned (true!)

Always was a weird one, never fitted in

It's such a damn shame in the rap game mayne

Freaking you need to envy to hear the beat

Letterspeak don't mean shit in the street without heat

from a video - action! What's the main attraction?

Gimme ten hoochies look like Toni Braxton

Tell 'em ill, it's the sex that's selling

People get scared when you hollering for rebellion

Let 'em sit in a pool of piss

Taking sips from a stale deck motionless

The American dream, get fat and die

But Zion I never question Allah, hahh!



[Hook:]

You could never understand

The way that I feel but you swear ya can

Cuz you politics just make me sick

Let the ghetto knock drop 'til the speakers split

Now rock y'all, rock alla y'all

Punk rock so hard 'til the walls'll fall

Cave in to the basement, keep it raw

You never seen what been to before



[Verse 2:]

Yo yo yo yo shit like this make me get pissed

See what's wrong, it's such a long list

Unemployment, inflation, lack of motivation

Make me wanna go on permanent vacation

AIDS, STDs, ecstasies

+Sex in the City+ carry death disease

Don't trip, get ya grip, flip ya script

Worship ya money like a program chip

Hooked up to I.V., read my I.D.

I'll stow away my flow so you can't find me

Is you ready?! In the cut like machetes

Burn Babylon cause she get me with the 'fetti

Eyes getting heavy, rock another medley

Twist it up like Ragu with spaghetti

First in a deadly array of influence

A firm is a faux term, learn how we do this

Few could pursue it, avoid kissing Judas

Aim my brain to maintain with the coolest

Past your position, listen the mission:

Struggle the bubble of the worldwide friction



[Hook]



[Verse 3:]

I travel backwards blues, dirty ass shoes

Walking in the mud cause my crew pay dues

Punk ass promoters, posers, freeloaders

Put the scratch down 'fore I bomb with my soldiers

Do it real tough so my veins'll bust

Rush up to the stage feeling dangerous

Get crushed in the stampede, what I need

Fifteen minutes so I'll plant a seed

How deep? So deep you can smell defeat

Of the devil underneath so you can't be weak

Temptation, that's all I know

But I stand in the light, cause Jah him said so yo!



[Hook]



Now rock y'all! (rock y'all!)

Rock y'all! (rock y'all!)

Rock y'all! (rock y'all! rock y'all!)

You never seen what we been to before!



[hook fades in]



[hysterical laughing]