[Intro: Bob Dylan]
I've indulged in higher knowledge, took scan of encyclopedia
Keeping constant research of our reports in news media
Kids starve in Ethiopia and we are gettin' greedier
The rich are gettin' richer and the needy's gettin' needier
(Rock!)
(The streets!)
(Rock!)
(The streets!)
(Rock!)
(The streets!)
(Rock!)
(The streets!)
Yes, yes, y'all
I'm the best y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
I'm the best y'all
[Verse 1]
Introducing to you, from the music affair
You all prayed for a change so revelation is here, ha
The battle of crusades and the Vietnam War
Was only a start so now get ready for more
We've been dancing on the streets upon stumbling blocks
But now Bill Black's here to put it all to a stop
Enthusiasm's your tuition, to listen's your ambition
To rock the streets and funky beats is Bill Black's mission
Creating funky beats that will cure the ill
Here's a prescription for you, so go ahead, rip up your will
Because he's the terminator, dead body cremator
Intimating thugs who thought their cuts were greater
He's the father of soul committing you to his goal
With Kurtis Blow by his side, I will roll
And when it comes to rap, you better pay your respect
'Cause I'm a [?] project
Some call me Al Capone of eighties, Romeo of ladies
Interpretates obfuscated rhymes to babies
Expand the minds of young through books from libraries
And teachin' them actual facts [?]
Don't ask me to produce it, I refuse to induce it
And knowledge of my rhymes, said when you don't use it
[?] lock, all of my triggers are cocked
And if you make the wrong move, consider your street rocked
They held a gun to our head till we were moved to the top
[?] and you got shot
I can't take it no more, I'm not going for short
Because I'm more qualified for a better resort
I've been pushed, shoved, just a bit too much
Now my fist is balled tight and my teeth are clutched
I'm mad as hell, going to explode
When you're hit by the debris, don't say that you weren't told
You tried to bend my ego and break my pride
Caused me to let out everything I used to hold inside
You see, you stole my title, you thought I was hurt
Now I'm mad as hell bustin' out of my shirt
I just popped the chains and crashed out of the cage
Now I'm a stark-raving lunatic on the rampage
Got a mic in my palm, a 12-gauge in my arm
The fire's already lit, too late to pull the alarm
You want to back out now when you was winning at last
Now I'm gonna make you feel my wrath, feel it!
I've indulged in higher knowledge, took scan of encyclopedia
Keeping constant research of our reports in news media
Kids starve in Ethiopia and we are gettin' greedier
The rich are gettin' richer and the needy's gettin' needier
(Rock!)
(The streets!)
(Rock!)
(The streets!)
(Rock!)
(The streets!)
(Rock!)
(The streets!)
Yes, yes, y'all
I'm the best y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
I'm the best y'all
[Verse 1]
Introducing to you, from the music affair
You all prayed for a change so revelation is here, ha
The battle of crusades and the Vietnam War
Was only a start so now get ready for more
We've been dancing on the streets upon stumbling blocks
But now Bill Black's here to put it all to a stop
Enthusiasm's your tuition, to listen's your ambition
To rock the streets and funky beats is Bill Black's mission
Creating funky beats that will cure the ill
Here's a prescription for you, so go ahead, rip up your will
Because he's the terminator, dead body cremator
Intimating thugs who thought their cuts were greater
He's the father of soul committing you to his goal
With Kurtis Blow by his side, I will roll
And when it comes to rap, you better pay your respect
'Cause I'm a [?] project
Some call me Al Capone of eighties, Romeo of ladies
Interpretates obfuscated rhymes to babies
Expand the minds of young through books from libraries
And teachin' them actual facts [?]
Don't ask me to produce it, I refuse to induce it
And knowledge of my rhymes, said when you don't use it
[?] lock, all of my triggers are cocked
And if you make the wrong move, consider your street rocked
They held a gun to our head till we were moved to the top
[?] and you got shot
I can't take it no more, I'm not going for short
Because I'm more qualified for a better resort
I've been pushed, shoved, just a bit too much
Now my fist is balled tight and my teeth are clutched
I'm mad as hell, going to explode
When you're hit by the debris, don't say that you weren't told
You tried to bend my ego and break my pride
Caused me to let out everything I used to hold inside
You see, you stole my title, you thought I was hurt
Now I'm mad as hell bustin' out of my shirt
I just popped the chains and crashed out of the cage
Now I'm a stark-raving lunatic on the rampage
Got a mic in my palm, a 12-gauge in my arm
The fire's already lit, too late to pull the alarm
You want to back out now when you was winning at last
Now I'm gonna make you feel my wrath, feel it!
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