[Featuring Snaggle Puss]
Verse One: Mad Lib, Xzybit
Yo, look at the way you reactin
I ain't on the microphone actin tough-actin like Tinactin
Madden, dreamin like baddened Aladdin
Families they get saddened, sisters no horror be cabbin stabbin
Jammin like Isley when I be
Floatin rhymes like a butterfly, stingin em like a bee
IBM's is not computers
Intelligent Black Men radio polluters and riot looters if any
Plenty of patience perseverance, persistance
And I don't need a county check for government assistance
Build the knowledge without college abolish like aparthied
Rip like a riptide, when I arrive
Million Man March, Washington D, C me when I get there
Pioneer millionair thoughts we all share
In Los Angeles, niggaz stopped tryin to make peace a long time ago
So it ain't no shock, to hear gunshots, on your block
or maybe even mine on occasion
Regardless of your town, niggaz still tore down and blast
So Xzybit ask what's worse
To getting rushed by the cops or put your piece down first, you're
stuck
See either way we've been set up to fail
Throw that nigga in jail if he ain't tryin to see Yale or Harvard
or Howard, and I reguse to be a coward
Or forced to live off some five twenty-five an hour bullshit
Xzybit carry on like my brothers did
Handguns and girls hell in hands on and other shit
Chorus: repeat 2X
I don't need nobody, to give me a damn thing
Just open up the door, and I get it myself
Verse Two: Snaggle Puss
Aiyyo the cream of the land has arrived
I got with four hundred lashes and still survived
To this very day, the grafted never let up
So I got a million brothers, and we all fed up
With corruption, that's why we on this mission
To bring equality into the justice system
At any cost, I'm down for what it takes
Now cause when the rioting starts it's too late
So let em drown in my ancestor's blood sNa pó³nocy œci¹³ mróz, z nieba spad³ wielki wóz
Przykry³ drogi, pola i lasy
Myœli zmarz³y na lód, dobre sny zmorzy³ g³ód
Lecz przynajmniej siê mo¿na przestraszyæ
Na po³udniu ju¿ skwar, miêkki puch z nieba zdar³
Kruchy pejza¿ na piasek przepali³
Jak upalnie mój Bo¿e, lecz przynajmniej byæ mo¿e
Wreszcie byœmy siê tam zakochali
Ref: A w Krakowie, na Brackiej pada deszcz
Gdy koniecznoϾ istnienia trudna jest do zniesienia
W korytarzu i w kuchni pada te¿
Przyklejony do Å“ciany zwijam mokre dywany
Nie od deszczu mokre lecz od ³ez
Na zachodzie ju¿ noc, wci¹gam g³owê pod koc
Raz zasypiasz i sprawa jest czysta
D³onie zapleæ i z³ó¿, nie obudzi siê ju¿
Lecz przynajmniej raz mo¿esz siê wyspaæ
Jeœli wra¿eñ ciê g³ód zagna kiedyœ na wschód
Nie za d³ugo tam chyba wytrzymasz
Lecz na wschodzie przynajmniej Ãâ€