Not an eight track
 Gettin' it good to the wood
 So the people
 Give you some a dat
 Reactin' to the fax
 That I kick and it stick
 And it stay around
 Pointin' to the joint  put the Buddha down
 Goin'  goin'  gettin' to the roots
 Ain't givin' it up
 So turn me loose
 But then again I got a story
 That's harder than the hardcore
 Cost of the holocaust
 I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
 I know
 Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
 From the base motherland
 The place of the drum
 Invaded by the wack diddie wack
 Fooled the black, left us faded
 King and chief probably had a big beef
 Because of dat now I grit my teeth
 So here's a song to the strong
 'Bout a shake of a snake
 And the smile went along wit dat
 Can't truss it
 Kickin' wicked rhymes
 Like a fortune teller
 'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
 Where everybody at
 Divided and sold
 For liquor and the gold
 Smacked in the back
 For the other man to mack
 Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory
 Little Rock where they be
 Dockin' this boat
 No hope I'm shackled
 Plus gang tackled
 By the other hand swingin' the rope
 Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew
 The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
 Man to the man, each one so it teach one
 Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
 One love who said it
 I know Whodini sang it
 But the hater taught hate
 That's why we gang bang it
 Beware of the hand
 When it's comin' from the left
 I ain't trippin' just watch ya step
 Can't truss it
 An I judge everyone, one by the one
 Look here come the judge
 Watch it here he come now
 I can only guess what's happ'nin'
 Years ago he woulda been
 The ships captain
 Gettin' me bruised on a cruise
 What I got to lose, lost all contact
 Got me layin' on my back
 Rollin' in my own leftover
 When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's
 90 F--kin' days on a slave ship
 Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time
 Blood in the wood and it's mine
 I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain
 Like my brain bein' chained
 Still gotta give it what I got
 But it's hot in the day, cold in the night
 But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive
 Attitude boils up inside
 And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)
 Still I pray to get my hands 'round
 The neck of the man wit' the whip
 3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass
 To signify
 Owned
 I'm on the microphone
 Sayin' 1555
 How I'm livin'
 We been livin' here
 Livin' ain't the word
 I been givin'
 Haven't got
 Classify us in the have-nots
 Fightin' haves
 'Cause it's all about money
 When it comes to Armageddon
 Mean I'm getting mine
 Here I am turn it over Sam
 427 to the year
 Do you understand
 That's why it's hard
 For the black to love the land
 Once again
 Bass in your face
 Not an eight track
 Gettin' it good to the wood
 So the people
 Give you some a dat
 Reactin' to the fax
 That I kick and it stick
 And it stay around
 Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
 Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
 Ain't givin' it up
 So turn me loose
 But then again I got a story
 That's harder than the hardcore
 Cost of the holocaust
 I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
 I know
 Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
 From the base motherland
 The place of the drum
 Invaded by the wack diddie wack
 Fooled the black, left us faded
 King and chief probably had a big beef
 Because of dat now I grit my teeth
 So here's a song to the strong
 'Bout a shake of a snake
 And the smile went along wit dat
 Can't truss it