Why haven't you learned anything? It's all there, it's all there in Toynbee and those books on the shelf! Suppression breeds violence! You're going to raise the curfew an hour? Will you look outside? You see that kid? Last week he just wanted to get laid! Now he wants to kill somebody! (Pigs go home!) Check the scary facts, look at where we at Terrorists, proletariats Known to carry gats so we interact Take you back: 1492 The Devil sent over a crew, in America the Devil grew To the current time now the politician be the devilish, forever rich Barbarian heretic, forever sick Inject the microchip into my dick See these criminals of war on trial pleading the fifth And the mental slavery continues If it was food it'd be their favorite dish on the imperialist menu We fight to liberate your mind state But all I see is the fucking crack rock The body count and the crime rate Notice the life and death cycle Why they whip them with the rifle Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael Sharper than stainless steel Sheridan and tie your weaponry Walking the West Bank like a desert storm veteran Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down? Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down? Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two? What?! [*scratching*] "Take these words home and think it through" Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down? Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down? Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two? What?! [*scratching*] "Take these words home and think it through" I wanna be the catalyst for every street lyricist I wanna see this movement like it was in eighty six I free every son from crimes he ain't commit I want Persians on the guillotine with they neck split I sell the Brooklyn bridge to a Saudi for an Audi And I'd say, it was proper-ty, of the Kings County I reverse the effects of physical neglect I want whores in front of mirrors asking where's my self respect I want Ralph Lauren to get down with Karl Kani Have Rodeo Drive's smack in the middle of Southside I really want the Latin Quarter back open A pack of Newports for fifty cent and a quarter for a token Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down? Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down? Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two? What?! [*scratching*] "Take these words home and think it through" Sabac hold the style of rap chemist, environmentalist Feel the highlights of life through the roots of John Fuentes Caught in clenches, the moon shape is in a quarter Twenty heads just got slaughtered from the stress of a New Yorker Check the laws of Occam, the holy token's how we built it Life's filled with smoke and piss and drinking charcoal-filtered Four and three sixty for Non Phixion be the obvious We handle jakes, eliminate fakes, stay alive in this Survivalist overcome reflections of my inner demons My mind relates to crime like fertile eggs relate to semen I close my eyes like I was deceased Envision peace then refuel from the sun in the east Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down? Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down? Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two? What?! [*scratching*] "Take these words home and think it through" Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down? Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down? Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two? What?! [*scratching*] "Take these words home and think it through" This rap may shatter your faith or strengthen it Or you will end-er you My temperament's foul like tenements I feel you sensitive The ghetto horror deep within prophecies Planning your own arrest like Jesus tell me you stopping me Jerusalem sun down on the hill Three bodies suspended crookedly They booking me, my back's against the wall With words they pushing me It's stated, like righteous kings in the line of David Never Mercedes, all them offers made they got me jaded Facing the agony, victorious call me Maccabees Apocalyptic, hexing my rivalries through chemistry Drama time, shooting shy guys rocking econolon Shooting, no peeking, tryna catch Gore slipping on punchlines