[Featuring Snaggle Puss] Verse One: Mad Lib, Xzybit Yo, look at the way you reactin I ain't on the microphone actin tough-actin like Tinactin Madden, dreamin like baddened Aladdin Families they get saddened, sisters no horror be cabbin stabbin Jammin like Isley when I be Floatin rhymes like a butterfly, stingin em like a bee IBM's is not computers Intelligent Black Men radio polluters and riot looters if any Plenty of patience perseverance, persistance And I don't need a county check for government assistance Build the knowledge without college abolish like aparthied Rip like a riptide, when I arrive Million Man March, Washington D, C me when I get there Pioneer millionair thoughts we all share In Los Angeles, niggaz stopped tryin to make peace a long time ago So it ain't no shock, to hear gunshots, on your block Or maybe even mine on occasion Regardless of your town, niggaz still tore down and blast So Xzybit ask what's worse To getting rushed by the cops or put your piece down first, you're Stuck See either way we've been set up to fail Throw that nigga in jail if he ain't tryin to see Yale or Harvard Or Howard, and I reguse to be a coward Or forced to live off some five twenty-five an hour bullshit Xzybit carry on like my brothers did Handguns and girls hell in hands on and other shit Chorus: repeat 2X I don't need nobody, to give me a damn thing Just open up the door, and I get it myself Verse Two: Snaggle Puss Aiyyo the cream of the land has arrived I got with four hundred lashes and still survived To this very day, the grafted never let up So I got a million brothers, and we all fed up With corruption, that's why we on this mission To bring equality into the justice system At any cost, I'm down for what it takes Now cause when the rioting starts it's too late So let em drown in my ancestor's blood sweat and tears They fear, knowledge cause it cuts like a spear And yeah, we comin like bats out of hell Cause that's what it's like in the ghettoes we dwell No laughs, you might be the next in the bloodbath So compare what you got, to what you sposed to have The end result is we all gettin cheated Snaggle Puss, etched in stone, so you can read it Chorus Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash To all my black folk here's some liquid lettered soap I'm down for the upstroke, I'm tired of bein broke
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