The way that momma raised us was pure faith
 So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
 Or lay us down to sleep
 Know the wolf from the sheep
 Or the sheep who cried wolf
 And threw the deadly hoof
 While the wolf was asleep
 I keep my mind a ghost
 Follow my heart the most
 Don't play fools too close
 Sleep with my eyes at post
 So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life
 The knife sits by throats of the young
 and blows death straight through the lungs
 as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
 But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb
 but we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
 And the niggaz by the nuts
 Ear, tongue and butts
 Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up
 but, shit, you know what's up
 We gotta get with the movement
 and move men soon
 They consume every womb who bares
 beneath the stairs of their doom
 Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb

 Chorus: repeat 4X

 Cause Everytime I step to the microphone
 I put my soul on 2" reels
 That I don't even own

 (Bootie Brown)
 Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin
 slowly broke into the kitchen
 to fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran
 as I ran up and down the TV stations
 I witnessed Indian Joe
 getting tricked out of this nation
 by a silly hillbilly
 who laughed as the shit happened
 Everything's the same
 the game continued into rappin
 Deception is at an all-time high
 You give a piece of your soul
 to receive some crumbs from the pie
 But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn
 even though it is my soul that I do not even own

 Chorus: repeat 4X

 (FatLip)
 I was po', nlack and broke
 beyond a shadow of a doubt
 Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out
 Speakin about the time before I got signed
 I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line
 My big brother used to say I was an asshole
 didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
 of high school, why fool
 wit' foolish rules and guidelines
 fuck the cap and tassels
 said forget the trade and tried rhymes
 Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
 me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.
 I grab the MIC one-time
 Check it, 1-2, we in
 freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians
 Takin shit to the next level
 Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil