{Intro: Rufus Thomas}
And that's what you call our black brother
Now ya'll get him off, ya'll go out there and get him off
Get him off ya'll, get him on off, get him on off
Just take him right on off and everything'll be alright ya'll

{Chorus}
They looking at me like they know me
I do my dirt all by my lonely
I put that on my dead homies
Nah, you are not the homie

{Refrain}
If you scared, go to bed
If you scared, go to bed

{Verse 1}
Its a lot going on in the world today
I just pray that my mama and my girl is straight
A lot of people say they real, but i swear they fake
I got so much on mind I'm tryna' bare the weight, hol up
But I lift like a car service, got a new style that's all purpose
Leave em' all hurting, I'm the raw version
Call the Paul Bearer for the small sermon
Saw the fraud serpents, they was all lurking
Had the law searching for the wrong person
It was curtains, had em all nervous
I'm a black star no LeVar Burton
Calm down, breath (whooo), I ain't see you
Oh yeah I got the juice, like DJ GQ
Pull off fast and leave you, hope you caught the preview
And by the time you get the first I'm already on the sequel
{Chorus}
They looking at me like they know me
I do my dirt all by my lonely
I put that on my dead homies
Nah, you are not the homie

{Refrain}
If you scared, go to bed
If you scared, go to bed

{Verse 2}
The industry be raping our culture, eating flesh like a vulture
Oh that's your favorite rapper, autograph on the poster
I'm just here to expose him, hold your breath for a moment
They got his mind controlled, he on that MK Ultra (mind control)
Beyoncé at the Nets game tweakin' (tweakin' tweakin')
You might say I'm bugging call it how I see it
They so talented but got some dirty secrets
But it's so obvious it really hurts to see it
You on that microwave food and that video existence
Gift wrapped Big Mac certificate for Christmas
You don't even notice when you in the crib smokin'
Passed it to your friend and told him "you better hit this"
Let's get high, lets get drunk
Lets get lit, it's the first of the month
Let's get high, lets get drunk
Lets get lit, it's the first
Hol up, what was I talking bout?
{Chorus}
They looking at me like they know me
I do my dirt all by my lonely
I put that on my dead homies
Nah, you are not the homie

{Refrain}
If you scared, go to bed
If you scared, go to bed