[Voice:]

This should be played at high volume

Preferably in a residential area


[Crayon:]

As we proceed to give you what you need


-You're quite hostile (repeatedly), -Longshots (crowd, while marching)


[Rock Shabazz:]

I'm on the project roof looking down over Gotham

If it's real quiet I can hear the block plotting

To solve all they problems with Glocks and revolvers

They strugglin and starvin

It's hard cause they looking for jobs but there are none

Drunk and they sparking blunts

Plus they talking tough when a car roll up full of cops

Tryna lock brothers up

Tried calming 'em down but a voice out the crowd said


[Crayon:]

Yo

Get 'em (Rush 'em)

Hit 'em (Bust 'em)

Don't let 'em get away, coward wanna run away

Always tryna act hard when he get up in my face

But he'll soon find out

Longshots don't play!


[Rock Shabazz:]

Nobody want us to talk so we 'gon lash out

Nobody want us to shine so we 'gon black out

Send all the wolves out, in the middle of the street

Uprising over beats cause we gotta eat

There's a riot going on

This ain't Sly and The Family Stone

When it's on yo it's on


[Rock Shabazz:]

My spider sense tingles on the streets where criminals mingle

Terrorizing people for the root of evil

Illegal life corrupts the block

Corrupts the kids, blow up their Glocks

Go up for bids, come back on their block

Ten years later, hardened criminals ghetto Geppettos

Getting their Pinocchios to peddle product

Since they sold weed to my cousin (But she's only eleven)

Now they got sixty seconds to evacuate the block

Before I come back and get 'em with the Glock

That is kept inside the box in my room

Word is bond, niggaz doomed

Losers refusing to choose a solution

They blues on the same Black problems of the past

Still riot and picket, buying lottery tickets

On the first of the month we gon all get evicted

But this a new day, predators turn to prey

Better run away cause I heard a voice out the crowd say


Yo

Get 'em (Rush 'em)

Hit 'em (Bust 'em)

Get 'em (Rush 'em)

Hit 'em (Bust 'em)

Ain't no discussion, we're sick of the lies

We gon find 'em and fight 'em wherever they hide

Under pressure and stress never know who's gon explode

When your life is a mess and you're left to fight alone

With the murderers and rapists

Nothing ever changes

It all stays the same and we ain't gonna take it

There's a riot going on

This ain't Sly and the Family Stone

When it's on yo it's on!


I'm sitting on a bench in Baisley park

Any minute you could see a fiend or a narc

Stick up kids come out after dark

Lift up lids when the calico spark

Yo these kids get happy when school let out

Only to get home if they survive the shoot out

Pull some loot out

Drug dealers try to impress 'em

That's why they adolescents falling deep in depression

Afraid of the world that's afraid of them

Molesting little girls that made them men

Crack pipe, serynges then aids came in

Homicide's on the rise

Chances are slim

You aint never guaranteed to see the hood again

So many gone for good

I lost so many friends

The streets are so intense, the beef is so immense

It's something like a game, lose can't roll again