[Prodigy]
 Aiyyo  wordup Dunn
 Man you know how I feel
 Gotta be more to it than this  word up
 *Doing an impression of Scarface*
 This what it's all about Dunn? Uh?
 Eating  drinking  fucking  sucking (Can't understand)
 Whattup  I don't know baby
 Nah man  it's not  it's not yo word up
 I'm tellin you right now
 I know this shit though  aiyyo
 Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to
 absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
 Take a few to give me a edge
 My green light shine bright, Kryptonite type
 Fully operational, my physical cream
 Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine
 Popped it inside the AR-15
 Put it aside, round up the regime
 While you rely on religion, I hold a nine
 on the mission, to pull fire on your opposition
 Revelation was the vision of this
 Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit
 My story goes back to them lost Pyramids
 I'm seeing things that you won't believe exists
 He use a Lunar-tick, suspended in time Dunn
 The secondary light got your mind
 You rock the fatigues, to squab until ?popular? guns
 But are you really prepared, for the things to come?
 [KRS-One]
 Check it out
 True underground sound from the Boogie Down
 Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
 Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone
 Spin Details and other places, KRS is The Source
 Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
 You'll print about Black Mayors, Black Senators
 Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
 Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone
 They sendin me a writer that look like he's Home Alone
 Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone
 This has got to stop -- your whole spot
 is blown sky high, battle why try?
 My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
 You don't understand, why you're publically banned
 until you recognize the writing skills of a black man
 Black Editor, all of us ain't thuggin
 Gossiping over who's homosexual
 Some of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem World
 You can't get with me, so now in Midtown
 you wanna stop and talk to me?
 Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
 Look I'm burnin this
 [Method Man]
 How many didn't want to see it happen
 Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
 Hate to see a brother do good through legal action
 So you sabotage and throw a Def in the Squad
 Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin
 these Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passion
 So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion
 Pedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theory
 Y'all niggaz don't hear me, Generation Next
 Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
 by the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
 Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
 is reality the truth, the whole truth and
 nothin but the truth, taste is the proof
 These niggaz want the Juice, and in the crossfire
 be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot
 [KAM]
 What kind of party is this, it's that political kind
 Where America's best, most hypocritical minds
 Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
 And for the right dollar sign, do white collar crime
 behind suits, and clean shaves
 I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves
 Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
 I robs the damn nation
 so I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
 You marryin the dirt and I'ma throw in the tux for free
 I tell the people what they wanna hear
 I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
 So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin
 and start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
 I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
 That's my style, my pol-i-tricks
 Triple-Six convicts, lyin is automatic
 in the government, Republican or Democratic
 Fuck Freedom, Justice and Equality
 Nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy