Banned from our damn so called country No claim yall know the name Some got the rest of the planet To feel us damn it Substance over style Thats right we on exile Them ol heads from strong i the velt No love good lookin out But damn sure felt Hear me fear me appeared to Dissapear The sequel Said keep pe from from the people Stole ya soul keft the groove On ya body black Now you cant getcha mind back Too dirty for the source power 30 Too clean for 30 year olds Who wanna act sixteen I beg ya pardon We be live in other genres While ya favorites just startin We come back to do a soul check Every once in a while like a sonic messiah To find out these cats Got this thing runnin wild God bless the child Im spittin in the wind Till it knocks a tree down in the woods (allah u akbar) God is good Either you stand for something Or fall for anything You can get all the money cars jewelry and things And still have nothing Lookin for love in all the wrong places Between gettin high on the price tags And smilin faces Thinkin you need Rings and things rims and timbs That aint rap thats bein slaves again Pretendin Hip hop says you can be what you wanna be As long as you aint f-a-k-e Its a four letter word like fame That fades and if you believe it Your f-u-c-k- e-d But how you sell soul to a Souless people who sold their soul? I guess we all got stole on By some of the same cats That sold ya soul out Dj lord Being that beat back