[Intro:]
Don't stop the show don't want to go, back to the world again
Don't get me wrong just one more song is all that I need

[Verse 1:]
Twist the L spark the lighter start a fire
Fight boxer box the fighter some are rappers some are writers
Very few are truth tellers hey most of them are liars
I knew evil from ma up evil
Back it up no retrieval I really don't believe you
Weasel I write big rhymes on a eazle
Never appease you please you too diesel
I swiss cheese you in a way that's mid evil
I sell new stuff to old people or old stuff to new people
I treat me how I treat you, equal
51st state Puerto Rico
I'm at Rosco's [?] and Pico
They'll sweep you, gave the whole block a rico
A court appointed lawyer is just a paralegal
Roll your body up [alka-selzer ?] to a seagull
Young chicks half legal spread eagle
For these dog sniffing n***as like beagles who's out to deceive you
Rob a brokie breeze through
He only calls you when he needs you
Baby girl you so cooked you baked up sleep walking wake up
Little chest n***as ain't cups
Now back to these n***as posted up celebration toasted up
Take a flick here is you close up
[Verse 2:] [Chuck D]
Sorry Ed bout me getting on this track late
I spent the last three months and a half fighting a [?]
As usual you know how we do
I'm the contributor of writing and fighting wrong
It gets simple as stripping and stupid rap songs
Easy raps getting claps forces
A young MC from LA to Boston to just spit crap
Blogs fogging hip hop in ex-spouses and blouses
Why am I talking, why are there be a hundred empty houses
Super storms singing temps way beyond the norms
South be getting cold while the north is getting warm
MCs we got so much to rhyme about
So I warned the population whether or not he audience is warmed up
Before they get too far gone
Beg and preaches to call the lord
We be coffee in that tea party it must be bought
Woah its like let me back on ya
If the paint get back on track with ya
And if the people remembering the time
Where good looking out was a theme of the rhyming
All of us ashes to the ashes the dust to the dust
Make her head bust with intelligence is that what they be telling us
Instead of the media fooling us and making fools out of all of us
So I discuss and I fuss my disgust for the sake of all of us
26 years later Ed we still bomb rush the show lets go
My brother come on lets go lets go