[Intro: Mach-Hommy]
We in a state of war yo
It’s war going on outside
I can’t take that shit no more, Mach-Hommy
I got something to say about this shit man
(Come on man, let's go!)
Slizback n***a!

[Verse 1]
Now I know, why they want me to die
Im in a quiet hoop ride, on a hoorah, my homie and die
For the moolah, for phony and lie
No truth no math
Ya hoe cute, but ya coupe gon crash
I told you
I’ll go to your job, do the do
Go blast with my tool, then I show you a car
As for now, you rolling with Jah, tryna understand
Why our whole lives in covered in sky
Why the coke guy the butt of the lie
The dope brothers that died
The smoke making undercover supply
A young brother that discovered a lie
Take cover and dive
Rediscover he a wonderful guy
Eat away though
From N.Y. to killers in Sawato
Back to Jamrock, up to Newark, we the mayo
All over the bread, we do it for the payroll
Ok yo?
The street shit'll eat you alive

[Hook]
I’m H-O-O-D
They don’t know me
I’m H-O-O-D
They don’t know me

[Bridge]
Ay
If Jesus walks and Kanye know
Then why the fuck I’m selling Bombay though? Huh?
A good girl need a soldier right?
So why the fuck a n***a cold at night? Huh?
If Jesus walks and Kanye know
Then why the fuck I’m selling Bombay though? Huh?
A good girl need a soldier right-

[Verse 2]
Yo
From n***as in EO sipping O.E illegal fe fo
I smell a blood of a negro
We know-
Police, we be watching them close
To say the least, you the beast, we be cocking new totes
We stay street
You the beast, you be poppin’ at folks, with ID
Like Amadou, what is y'all tryna do?
What is yall riding through?
Occupy camps, you advance with phenomenal, authorized grants
Spent cash on weapons, then terrorize classroom lessons
Remember real n***as buck in broad daylight
With the pro MAC, it won’t spray right
Them lil' kids get they hope snatched, they won’t play fight
Shit rough
Camden, Newark
J.C., A.C., Irvington, damn near clueless
(They don’t know shit man, brothers and sisters
They don’t know what we go through)

[Outro]
I’m H-O-O-D
They don’t know me
I’m H-O-O-D
They don’t know me
I’m H-O-O-D
They don’t know me
H-O-O-D
They don’t know me
H-O-O-D
Don’t know me
H-O-O-D
H-O-O-D
H-O-O-D
H-O-O-D
They don’t know me

[Sample: Gil Scott-Heron]
“Get caught with a nickel bag, brotherman
Get caught with a nickel bag”
Says the lady on your way to get your hair fixed
You'll do big time
But a man who tried to fix America, will not do time
Doubtlessly being promoted for the job he did on the streets of New York City where the pushers sell the drugs that the government allows in the country
And then they do time
They do life, and death or life, and death
Behind bars, while the man who tried to steal America, is not in jail