[Intro: Edo G]
Special Teamz
We here now

[Verse 1: Edo G]
In Boston, it's two heads we facing
Growing up with school segregation, it's cool, this is the spot I was placed in
I got bust to white fools
Picketing outside of Boston public High Schools
Yeah, so I would crush a white dude
If he talked shit, I had to duck when them rocks hit
'Til then, it was a mystery
It's part of my history, looked at people differently
Went heavy on the black boy mentally, that's how it's meant to be
Now I know who's my enemy, no white boy befriended me
It's crazy, son, 'til '81
I met H-I-P H-O-P, the change begun
Roxbury, chances are I might face prison
Breakdancing, I was rocking n***as' racism
It's the beat, one rhythm
Give the kids something to take with 'em
We got stake in 'em

[Bridge: Slaine]
So now we came here to save you from the snake's venom
Exposing the real and taking all the fake with 'em
[Hook]
This is Hip-Hop music that we blasting, right?
This is one world spinning, and we black and white
This is our world now when we pass the mic
This is our race riot we don't have to fight
Put your fist in the air if you down with us
Put your fist in the air and surround the bus
'Cause look around, this musta been what he seen
When Martin Luther King had a dream

[Verse 2: Slaine]
I grew up in a black and white world in a segregated city
With a shitty history, this is a pity
With the legacy of vicious and petty people in every corner
Tensions thick in the air and weighing heavy on ya
Blacks referred usually n-word
When they talk hoops, [?]
Racism been learned in a home, not a mom
But the nan's polluting the school kid's rotten mind
Say gook, spook, whitey, cracker, hater, chink
Man, I'm telling you I heard it all from A to zinc
It's like the ignorant are teaching us the way to think
But personally me, man, I'm moving onto greater things
My son will not say "Edo's someone I hate"
White, they will be much bigger
They will stand behind tolerance and not behind a trigger
The math makes too much sense, add up the figure
[Hook]
This is Hip-Hop music that we blasting, right?
This is one world spinning, and we black and white
This is our world now when we pass the mic
This is our race riot we don't have to fight
Put your fist in the air if you down with us
Put your fist in the air and surround the bus
'Cause look around, this musta been what he seen
When Martin Luther King had a dream

[Verse 3: Jaysaun]
No matter if you're Catholic, Hindu, or Christian
The race mixed and its taboo causing friction
Since before G. Gordon Liddy and Nixon got caught trying to escape from Watergate, holding their dicks
If you Melatto, they consider you half jig-a-boo
A n***a who had the evil negro traits
They're hitting to a point where visible
And life walking a tight rope between both sides is miserable
He looks Hispanic, his lips gigantic
And is stressed to infest the mind's Titanic
N***as don't really accept you
Except who watch you arm wrestle with the fact that you're special
White people look amazed and astounded
Invite the coon over, show the kids that we're rounded
You're multi-ethnic, interracial
Don't nobody knows which category to place you
[Outro: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr]
There will be neither rest nor tranquillity in America
Until the bright day of Justice emerges
We are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like water
I have a dream that one day this Nation will rise up
We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal