Verse One: Mad Lib, Xzybit
 Yo, look at the way you reactin
 I ain't on the microphone actin tough-actin like Tinactin
 Madden, dreamin like baddened Aladdin
 Families they get saddened, sisters no horror be cabbin stabbin
 Jammin like Isley when I be
 Floatin rhymes like a butterfly, stingin em like a bee
 IBM's is not computers
 Intelligent Black Men radio polluters and riot looters if any
 Plenty of patience perseverance, persistance
 And I don't need a county check for government assistance
 Build the knowledge without college abolish like aparthied
 Rip like a riptide, when I arrive
 Million Man March, Washington D, C me when I get there
 Pioneer millionair thoughts we all share
 In Los Angeles, niggaz stopped tryin to make peace a long time ago
 So it ain't no shock, to hear gunshots, on your block
 or maybe even mine on occasion
 Regardless of your town, niggaz still tore down and blast
 So Xzybit ask what's worse
 To getting rushed by the cops or put your piece down first, you're
 stuck
 See either way we've been set up to fail
 Throw that nigga in jail if he ain't tryin to see Yale or Harvard
 or Howard, and I reguse to be a coward
 Or forced to live off some five twenty-five an hour bullshit
 Xzybit carry on like my brothers did
 Handguns and girls hell in hands on and other shit
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 I don't need nobody, to give me a damn thing
 Just open up the door, and I get it myself
 Verse Two: Snaggle Puss
 Aiyyo the cream of the land has arrived
 I got with four hundred lashes and still survived
 To this very day, the grafted never let up
 So I got a million brothers, and we all fed up
 With corruption, that's why we on this mission
 To bring equality into the justice system
 At any cost, I'm down for what it takes
 Now cause when the rioting starts it's too late
 So let em drown in my ancestor's blood sweat and tears
 They fear, knowledge cause it cuts like a spear
 And yeah, we comin like bats out of hell
 Cause that's what it's like in the ghettoes we dwell
 No laughs, you might be the next in the bloodbath
 So compare what you got, to what you sposed to have
 The end result is we all gettin cheated
 Snaggle Puss, etched in stone, so you can read it
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 Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash
 To all my black folk here's some liquid lettered soap
 I'm down for the upstroke, I'm tired of bein broke
 I feel like I'm in the gutter, word to the mudder
 Bruddah, I gotta introduce my ends to each other
 The facts about black is, nobody relaxes
 And those with stacks is like, fuck payin taxes
 I drink the cheap wine cause I not be got'en yapes
 Thunderbird and Nighttrain made from the rotten grapes
 Dance boy, sing boy, run boy, rap
 We'd all be rich if it was boy bust a cap
 I gotta watch my back cause sometimes we do stupid shit
 I can't even afford a gun to go and shoot you with
 I spit on the graves of those who held my people as slaves
 I catch your children slippin on the waves
 I gotta stay strong, even though the stress is stickin me
 I try to get a job but Mickey D ain't even pickin me
 While simultaneous I'm bustin with my niggaz just for practice
 Cause I see it in my sight to clock a million after taxes
 And I know I'm bout to have it cause I know I deserve
 Cause I could get you with the bullets but I stick you with words
 That'll slit you at the seams my shit is Wilder than Jean
 Tash'll eat you like a bowl of fuckin Product 19
 Cause Vitamins and C give me wind to do you in
 So y'all niggaz got from now until I count backwards from ten
 So scram, cause before you get a chance to say (Daaam!)
 I'll be on you like the neighborhood watch program
 Cause I'm tryin to make the slams that'll bust your Cerwin-Vegas
 Cause niggaz think life is smokin blunts and playin Sega
 But not I, I make it so you can't fuck with this
 Cause I want a new car, plus a pound just to twist
 So get up and get out, get a pen write a verse nigga
 Do what you gotta do, but yo motherfuck the first
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