I'm a real bad brother from way out west
Old skool, so fresh
Don't need no stress
For the hood and the ghetto
Tenement projects
From the children in the sweatshops workin to death
You see, we all got a struggle worldwide
Big trouble
Babylon crumble
Caught out on the bubble
Countries go to war to set a president
Tax money get spent and now we can't repent
No screw on the rail
Streets is too ill
Pedallers push pills for the workin class thrills
Residents rush
Try to bust second sales
President Bush sit and make oil deals
And what I feel is the strangest thing
Sat back meditated and began to sing
Now what I feel is a strange emotion
World gone crazy
But I'm still...
This is not the inquisition
Satellites track your position
They keep watchin, we ain't stoppin
Buggalloo breakin
Fragrant poppin
Walls we tag em
Pants are saggin
My halo glow when the flows attackin
Beat stay blappin
Wires tappin
I guess it get scary when the vibe is crackin
We can get it on cuz we stay adaptin
World gonna change
Then we'll see who's laughin
Move like assisins caught in the cross hair
Video games trainin youngins for warfare
They don't care
They only want the dough
To control what you think and what you know
I'll tell you what it look like
Here we go...
