Cut it ya match it - live at madison square garden Dispatch

Cause ya cut it ya match it
Ya cut it ya match it
You do the final cut yeah
Ya cut it ya match it
Ya cut it ya match it
You do the final cut yeah
Ya cut it ya match it
Ya cut it ya match it
You do the final cut yea
Ya cut it ya match it
Ya cut it ya match it
You do the final cut yea

Cause it's a manifest destiny like a genocide recipe
Telling lords that wrestle me to be my own race
Challenge your god, another drink of your chalice
Dont underestimate the fate of a preordained malice

Where are my boots and where the hell is my balance
The hell you did come down from your planet
To see us all reach for the cocking of a a gun
Oh come if you're gunna get some

Cause forty seconds later and the cocking of a gun
A boy avoids confusion and his special agent scum
Two officers pushed a boy down on his back
Searched through his pockets found a vile of crack yea