Yield, to the forces of darkness
I bring you the torches of our %#@!
Reinforced with hardness of wolverine's

Arms with the harshness and overall sharpness
Now how far do the arms get?
My ^!$$%, from the stars to the starfish

From the baby to the bomb
It's a whole lot of light and a whole lot of armlift
My arms long, but I'm lawless

A strong arm, I can lift up all this
You gon' have to build a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of old macdonald barn, (*##$

Yeah, team jacob
We're long armed, put my arms on a lear
Everytime I put my hands in the air

Watch the throne as I dance in the chair
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it lands on the heir
The weak ^!$$%s like to pass interfere

Spend a lot of lint over jams in the year
That act like the man up in here
That don't count when your only real fan is a mirror

That's subliminal to any ^!$$% that he feel he is too
But you don't stand a chance, playa
I am there, chi-town, fan of the bears

Love where they dance in the square
Yeah, yankees too, but only cause granderson there
And now wears khaki pants on la brea

We all friends, why your man lookin' scared?
Turning whiter than anderson hair
Came out the garage like he saw a phantom in there, huh


Oh %#@! alert, louis clothes
Callin women (*##$es, louboutin and gucci shows

Well, I guess there goes my louis shows
More o %#@!, if your role model's a movie role
And if you live your life like it's a studio

Talkin' to it's like we mics, a bunch of you ain't do befo'
Electric fences for a urinal
Also keep a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo

Shock-a-zulu, call me wasalu ii
Oh %#@!, man these record labels prostitute you
Strap them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of fugu

Catch a bad piece
You can stick that 360 between your $$#cheeks
Artists let's mobilize and unionize like the athletes

Radio is making our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same dumb %#@! that work
Only as hot as your last beat

And rappers, they relating to that last piece
Album never leave they desk if you don't got no b.d.s
Sacrifice your publishin', they said you really need a hook

And they ain't gon' pay you, said that you received a look
And what's stupid real, is what producers feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in that producer deal

And r&b chicks so get it the wildest
All they money goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta keep up with that image

Label lose they mind if they ever see a blemish
Proactiv impeals, airbrushers and trainers
Managers suggest you $#&@ a ^!$$% to be famous, huh

But it's all entertainment
Wonder when cobain blew out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those snakes in the industry helped him aim it

Started pressing up records before the bullet left the chamber
I fight evil, everyday I'm livin'
Rest in peace to men, women and the children

And middle fingers to the pilgrims that killed 'em
Friend of the people, happy thanksgiving