[Intro]
[Verse 1: ECHO]
I'm no prophet, I'm a mathematician
Adding up the puzzle pieces, but I hate division
Multiply competition, by words written
Scribble little bullets on the paper, never missin'
I'm always hitting targets, even when they move position
Aim like the chauffer, when JFK was driven
k** shot and Jackie O was never flinchin'
She knew that it was comin', missed her by a few inches
And did I mention, I know who k**ed Martin
I know who shot Huey, the C.I.A., started
A bunch of brown files, on a bunch of brown guys
And a bunch of white dudes, and a bunch of their wives
They stopped a lot of lives, a**a**inations tried
A lot of dictators and a lot of haters died
A lot of people died when they k**ed the Princess
Diana was murdered, but nobody invesss...tigates
The situation. It's like ok, whatever
She died, it was like f**it, I never met her
I'll do you one better, Osama Bin Laden
These n***as dumped the body after Navy Seals shot him?!
Bullsh**! I don't believe your lies
We gotta try Dick Cheney and Bush for war crimes
And where's the guys, who shot Biggie and Pac?
Does the F.B.I. manipulate the state of hip-hop?
Hell yea! Nobody sells spittin' truth
They want the youth stupid so get dumb in the booth
You want some proof? Check the muthaf**in' Billboards, kid
Now blow your brains out, like Cobain did