(intro)
Ya see me, been the rebel of my cla** ever since PE
(Verse 1)
Son of the word, of the rebel, its the Epitome
I took it to you, an to who's, in the vicinity
The people been telling me Bux, give em a remedy
So Big up ta Flava and Chuck, its Public Enemy
Still in the jungle it is, a Rhyme Animal
Ready as long as I live, an dynamical
Government sick in the head, an another note
Poison is put in the pill , an thats ya antidote
Issuing medic insurance, for every resident
Who is this not of the purist, doctoring medicines
Badder the demon you worship, offering reverence
Ya medical symbol a serpent, well theres ya evidence
Thinking they takin my thoughts, but yo I own this
That ain't whats making ya smart, get off the phone kid
Look at em trying to keep, up with the Joneses
These are American streets, Home of the Homeless
Clothes, cars, hoes, diamonds, gold we living up
What have we become, to dumb to know we giving up
Blood is in the air, they scared of the indigenous
They don't want students, brothers they want prisoners
Put another prison up, thats where they vision us
Chinks, wabs, white trash, n***as is getting in the bus
Feds want ta turn, the Dons ta Ex Cons
Then raise the price of gas, for Exxon
MON!!! thats Government ran money
The Third World holler, the government ran from me
Don't believe the hype, Black, Steel in the Hour
Rebel wit out a Pause, then, Fight the Power
(Verse 2)
Ancient practice, of raising taxes
A trickle down theory, that just ain't goan happen
Ya paid your tuition, an ya pa** ya cla**es
Now go and get a job from a racist ba*tard
The case is heard, the evidence is worthless
Hence the judgements, of disturbing verdicts
The cop on the block, call him Officer Nervous
Hara**ment, brutality, he offers a service
Ha, the Dude planned it, the food is rancid
To whom it may concern, baby burn organic
Damn the food stamps, an these EBT's
Brought the GMO's and, thee di-sease
So, yo, we building, truth revealing
Internet information, confuse the children
Speaking on immigration, boost the ceiling
Ganja inhalation, use the healing
……..its been said, before
The blood has been bled, the love is undead
1 thread of this, and it does become spread
Shots riddled all over the streets, are gun-fed
Flaws in gun laws, the kids that peel wigs
Turned into whatever it was, it still is
Yes the Wild West, the road is possessed
A place where its best, to know less
To da, break beat, let me take my breather
It ain't like I got, all the answers neither,,,,,,
….bless-ed up in the heat, of the heart, that felt
To be part of the revolution, it starts wit self, Im like
(Verse 3)
(SOUNDS LIKE FIYAH)