[Intro: Akin] West Africa. Santa Maria Benin bronze art. White man from Bahia Murder my God—what's the big idea? Truth in hip hop the reason why I'm here Yeah. While they all say, "USA. Help me, help me, help me, help me" Please [Verse 1: Akin] Out of that jungle, black rose done came up To the point where the sunset step your fame up Freeze if you can catch a glimpse of the child Eight years old, scolded, ran many miles Ape man story gory—man go wild Sweet sixteen dreams—I gamble now Found hate in souls like slaves on boats Fighting paid gringos. Now look—here we go. It's time It's time to bring back the rhyme. Breathe We gotta take the city under siege
Let's go [Verse 2: Akin] Their hip hop is just zoo—full of monkeys I run through jungle, speak rap kung fu Chopping hands off—black belt advocate Ying Yang Twins pick cotton, still imagine it (f**ing slave n***as) n***as rap, dance snap for the dollar Exhibit A,B, C meet in Ramallah Cause the war's on—gotta choose sides Kramer got the blues like, "All n******gs die" Said, "The war's on—gotta choose sides Kramer got the blues like, 'All n******gs die'" Y'all do relate. Still hip hop'll do me great A song struggle, long Shuffle—ask Eubie Blake Peace to Lafayette County. Rise above the levee "Pianos on Fire." Get ready