[verse 1]
Banned from our damn so called country
No claim yall know the name

Some got the rest of the planet
To feel us damn it
Substance over style

Thats right we on exile
Them ol heads from strong i the velt
No love good lookin out

But damn sure felt

Hear me fear me appeared to

Dissapear
The sequel
Said keep pe from from the people


Stole ya soul keft the groove
On ya body black

Now you cant getcha mind back

Too dirty for the source power 30

Too clean for 30 year olds
Who wanna act sixteen


I beg ya pardon
We be live in other genres
While ya favorites just startin


We come back to do a soul check
Every once in a while like a sonic messiah

To find out these cats
Got this thing runnin wild
God bless the child


[verse 2]
Im spittin in the wind

Till it knocks a tree down in the woods

(allah u akbar)

God is good

Either you stand for something

Or fall for anything

You can get all the money cars jewelry and things

And still have nothing

Lookin for love in all the wrong places

Between gettin high on the price tags
And smilin faces


Thinkin you need
Rings and things rims and timbs
That aint rap thats bein slaves again


Pretendin


Hip hop says you can be what you wanna be
As long as you aint f-a-k-e


Its a four letter word like fame
That fades and if you believe it


Your f-u-c-k- e-d

But how you sell soul to a

Souless people who sold their soul?

I guess we all got stole on

By some of the same cats

That sold ya soul out

Dj lord

Being that beat back