Yea!
X-Clan
Mil-cipher in effect, get down
How we doing that?
Oh!
Bean One
Brother J
X-Clan
Yea
Exclusive!
Return from Mecca let's get it together
Oh!
Sugar Shaft, we got to keep it moving
P.X.O., we got to keep it moving
X-Clan, we got to keep it moving
In the struggle yo, bust

[Verse 1]

I'm an example of street knowledge and conscious living
My techniques are refined
They gave my mic a blue ribbon
I gallop about the rap races stressing and tripping
Flow stealth from spotlights to master shadow living
I flip through the channels
Do a little CNN and
There's straight genocide upon indigenous living
And you just get a snippet of the real real to realness
Bottom line
No research
Yea, yea
No knowledge
Come on
It don't take a big four year college
To learn what it takes to put paper in your wallet
Common sense, yo
Act like you got it
Act like they making glass dicks for every human being on the market
Word to Horace with no blaspheme
But I'll swing like (?) to protect the Earth's cream
In the Matrix dream knowledge of self must awaken
Your stolen legacy is the one they keep taking
[Chorus]

Aids in Alkebulan
Terrorist attacks
Fear for breakfast
Keep kids on Prozac
It gets worse
Trying to drown us black
Why you doing that?
Trying to hold us back
Why you doing that?
Schools like prisons and every special ed is packed
Children learn the ring tones before their alphabet education
That's whack
Dumbing down our future
Why you doing that?
Pissing on our culture
Why you doing that?

[Verse 2]

Tainted information
I want a segregation between us and our rights
Between us and one nation
We've been divided since Nimrod at Babel
No longer building like Solomon
It's like we're just standing still in the gravel
We're so confused in our travel
We fought for freedom of speech
In silence cause we don't spit the tattle
So many corporate monopoly chains
Buying leases to brainwaves through sound waves
And tell you from your getup through your workday
Get that cha-ching
And money ain't no thing
The repetition of negative data
Sets us back two steps in the ways of the evolutional ladder
Savage on a platter
Savage in a rapper tells the tale of the war within
We never factored
It would guide our youth
And kill our street troops
Time to break the cycle and return to our roots
[Chorus]