(Some of you are not gonna like me)
(You better know it)
(That's right)
(Y'all the truth, the whole truth and nothin but the truth?)
(You better know it)
(Some of you are not gonna like me)
(That's right)
[ Yomo ]
Yo, it's about time somebody address the situation at hand
We really need to do this, man
We really, REALLY need to do this
Uknowmsayin?
(Time is running out)
(Time is running out)
(Running, running, running... times have run out)
[ VERSE 1: Maulkie ]
Let's get down to business
I'm from the way back
Where the brothers don't play that
On the reel we're equal
Check it
It's life and death, damn, there's no sequel
It's gettin rougher
The Man's gettin closer
Back up, chump, it ain't goin like that
I'm fightin blck, cause I'm black, yes, man
God damn, I'm in demand
Where's my 40 acres and my mule?
I didn't get it, no sweat, cool
I went for what I knew, and it had to be good
Rule 4 from the hood
As I stood and showed the flex
The fed and the mob were placin bets
So, put your money on a sure thing
And watch the static that I bring
(Bring the noise!) --] Chuck D
Cause in the cell, the pen, is where they wanna store me
Smellin piss, and gettin sick, gee
This is the red, the white, the blue
Your man Uncle Sam and his Uncle Tom crew
Gamin this stuff like they're playin Monopoly
Sho' enuff there's gonna be a catastrophy
Genocide in progress
Keepin brothers in tune mode as I manifest
Finest of the last, can you dig this?
To say what the hell I feel I went Ruthless
Times have changed, hate remains
Since the age of 12 all I felt was pain
By the dawn's early light
America's situation is not bright
No matter how much they ignore me
They can't, cause I can say: burn Old Glory
(You better know it)
(That's right)
(Y'all the truth, the whole truth and nothin but the truth?)
(You better know it)
(Some of you are not gonna like me)
(That's right)
[ Yomo ]
Yo, it's about time somebody address the situation at hand
We really need to do this, man
We really, REALLY need to do this
Uknowmsayin?
(Time is running out)
(Time is running out)
(Running, running, running... times have run out)
[ VERSE 1: Maulkie ]
Let's get down to business
I'm from the way back
Where the brothers don't play that
On the reel we're equal
Check it
It's life and death, damn, there's no sequel
It's gettin rougher
The Man's gettin closer
Back up, chump, it ain't goin like that
I'm fightin blck, cause I'm black, yes, man
God damn, I'm in demand
Where's my 40 acres and my mule?
I didn't get it, no sweat, cool
I went for what I knew, and it had to be good
Rule 4 from the hood
As I stood and showed the flex
The fed and the mob were placin bets
So, put your money on a sure thing
And watch the static that I bring
(Bring the noise!) --] Chuck D
Cause in the cell, the pen, is where they wanna store me
Smellin piss, and gettin sick, gee
This is the red, the white, the blue
Your man Uncle Sam and his Uncle Tom crew
Gamin this stuff like they're playin Monopoly
Sho' enuff there's gonna be a catastrophy
Genocide in progress
Keepin brothers in tune mode as I manifest
Finest of the last, can you dig this?
To say what the hell I feel I went Ruthless
Times have changed, hate remains
Since the age of 12 all I felt was pain
By the dawn's early light
America's situation is not bright
No matter how much they ignore me
They can't, cause I can say: burn Old Glory
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