[Paris]
Come, I'm P-Dog, with the %#@!
that stick, now I'm fin' to get scandalous

Huh, and tell y'all about a brain disease
A act up it's a shame disease
^!$$% please, you still don't act right up

Wait a minute, let me get my facts right
When I say that we all don't act the same
Just a handful wanna salt the game

So I gotta roll deep
Check your grip and don't smile, hard as concrete
Damn shame but it's like that

Cause some got hardheads like bricks that don't crack
Raised up on TV
Fast food and fast times, do or die G

Without nuttin to lose but a war
And here life don't mean !#@( to die for


[scratched Chuck D: "Every brother ain't a brother"]
[Paris] C'mon, yeah
["Every brother ain't a brother"]

[Paris] B'le dat!
["Every brother ain't a brother"]
[Paris] Sellin your soul, don't sell your soul man, yo

["Every brother ain't a brother"]
["You got my back and I got yours"]


[Paris]
The reporter looked just like me or you
But that don't mean the man was cool

He understood when I said that it was death to intergrate
Cause intergrate means $$#imilate (word!)
But the media, hate the youth

Love to spread lies and distort the truth
They say the pen is stronger than the sword
but the sword'll give any house ^!$$% his just reward!

So let the beat just roll on, huh
While the weak get told on
I'm P-Dog, tellin you the actual fact

is just cause the skin is black don't mean %#@!!
It ain't about us comin up
To them, it's about us gunnin up

It's a shame but no strain on the brain to see
It's plain, some, are sleeping with the enemy


C'mon!
Yeah
Yeah!


[Paris]
Boom, another knocked out, what's it all about

Gotta give a shout to the few that's never sellin out
P-Dog, I never slipe or slide, I never float along
As long as in control I know I'm born to be a martyr

Huh, and I'ma keep on rappin with
The facts, that I keep on smashin %#@!
No props cause it doesn't really matter bout the color of the cop

And now I hate police so I won't stop
See the punk (*##$ get mad, huh
I ain't the one for a toe tag

You best believe when you see me on the street
I be a mother$#&@er ready for the static with a glock automatic!
So let me tell you why I hate pigs

The black gestapo, ultimate house ^!$$%
Simply because a brother wantin to be with a plan
that wanna kill off and cage the black man

Ain't never runnin from the U.S.A.
Punk, land of the weak, freak, home of the slave
And I ain't goin to Clarence cause the appearance is clear to me

Some punks, are sleepin with the enemy