[verse 1]

Banned from our damn so called country

No claim yall know the name

Some got the rest of the planet

To feel us damn it

Substance over style

Thats right we on exile

Them ol heads from strong i the velt

No love good lookin out

But damn sure felt



Hear me fear me appeared to

Dissapear

The sequel 

Said keep pe from from the people



Stole ya soul keft the groove

On ya body black

Now you cant getcha mind back



Too dirty for the source power 30

Too clean for 30 year olds

Who wanna act sixteen



I beg ya pardon

We be live in other genres

While ya favorites just startin



We come back to do a soul check

Every once in a while like a sonic messiah

To find out these cats 

Got this thing runnin wild

God bless the child



[verse 2]

Im spittin in the wind

Till it knocks a tree down in the woods



(allah u akbar)

God is good



Either you stand for something

Or fall for anything



You can get all the money cars jewelry and things

And still have nothing



Lookin for love in all the wrong places

Between gettin high on the price tags

And smilin faces



Thinkin you need

Rings and things rims and timbs

That aint rap thats bein slaves again



Pretendin



Hip hop says you can be what you wanna be

As long as you aint f-a-k-e



Its a four letter word like fame

That fades and if you believe it



Your f-u-c-k- e-d



But how you sell soul to a 

Souless people who sold their soul?



I guess we all got stole on

By some of the same cats



That sold ya soul out

Dj lord



Being that beat back