Chuck D - U R Us lyrics

One, two f** the V.I.P section Did you hear me? f** the V.I.P section f** the god damn V.I.P section [Hook: Kyle Jason] You are us and I don't give a damn What anybody says cause it doesn't really matter To you are us I'm down wit what the people say I don't give a damn cause I'm gonna do it anyway You are us, we are you We are you, you are us f** the god damn V.I.P [Verse 1: Chuck D] They act like they scared of y'all Whether they sing, rap or dance or act or play ball I thought V.I.P was for all All for one, one for all Needs a god damn over all All f**ed up ways must fall That big me, little you sh** gotta go Hear them screaming in the hall Slow your runnin' down to a crawl son Surrounded by 16 bodyguards in the middle of the mall What in the f** is up wit that I don't know what's going on in here no more, Chuck Chuck, gimme the mic Hey yo, move out my way Chuck D I don't know what's going on Hey yo Chuck, gimme the mic Gimme the motherf**in' mic [Verse 2: Kyle Jason] No wonder why high flossin' cats get stuck By brothers like me that just don't give a f** The jackal, one bad apple, the wrench in the machine Good lord, I enjoy being mean Challenging celebrities to boxing matches The Pirates of Penzance walking the plank with eye patches I'll beat you down and take that sh** you be flaunting Give to charity to them little kids that be wanting You are us You are us I'm down wit what the people say I don't give a damn cause I'm gonna do it anyway Yeah, that's right, I said it, my name is Ice Jason You walk around in that celebrity skin You are us You walk around in that celebrity skin You are us Hey yo! Chuck take this mic [Verse 3: Chuck D] So what you bring your a** in here for? You think it don't stink, got those fans Back up against the wall All that V.I.P can't get to me sh** is wack Star spelled backwards is rats You tell that to them bustas Who think that they all that Treat a fan so wack I ain't a hater But it's the fans that made you a player No cigar, I ran over that damn pop star Stupid star You don't even know who the f** you are Who gives a damn about what you spent on your car I spoke back and smack the damn czar Catch me anytime on that wild wild web Cause we got the music slammin', got that? [Verse 4: Professor Griff] Yo, what's this? This un-alike attract, repel One mind, two souls, birthplace, hell Who's gonna divide and conquer? My race, your race, the human race, I wonder Now will you respect the ar-k** tech The chain gangs vex'd the chain gangs vex'd After the math after the bloodbath I wonder will you last Who will make war with the beast? Those n******gs from the west Those n******gs from the east When the smoke clears who would you fear The beast wit the bomb or the x-confrontation? [Hook: Kyle Jason] You are us and I don't give a damn What anybody says cause it doesn't really matter To you are us I'm down wit what the people say I don't give a damn cause I'm gonna do it anyway