[verse 1]
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin

Black dont crack
Where the party at?
Stax, jumpback

Wax them tracks
Barkays cut it live
Like 45s

Strong songs survive
On records
95 beats per second

Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it

You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul

20 times better than gold, stax,
Keep it here
Cuttin them tracks, relax

Pop them fingers, play it barkays
Jumpback baby
Soul gotcha crazy

Cold feet thanks
For the groove
And them bomb beats

To make me move

Color of dead

Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin me

Aint no mystery

On the outside peekin in

End of your freeride
No way you can win
Beginnin of the end


Of your liberal friends who pretend


Everythings changed
While nuthins changed much
Uhh this is chuck


Stays to the left of this
And to the right of that


Just black where my mind be at
%#@! wheres the rest of my cats?


High trees catch a lotta wind my friend


My %#@!s in a bind
Fine line between aware and blind
Dont mind

Some of them aint got a mind

Mind over matter


They dont mind
And we dont matter


[verse 2]
I flock to refugees

Who flock to me

The roots the coup

And kick aside the genocide and the juice

Comedians actors nuclear reactors

Players and ballplayers
Singers dancers and rhyme sayers


Why do us like you do
Ska doo
$#&@ da residue

Frustrated 5 on 2s
No breaks for madd crews
Nowwho the $#&@ is you
Sick a you


Community hoesis
Who posin as moses
In street clothist
Who be the closest who blows it


Every ryme be for the future of mankind

Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds
Ruin health
Wit no knowledge of self


Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks

Who done 400 years in this abyss?
And so im pissed the $#&@ at this new whirl odor

So i piss

[verse 3]
Some things in the air
When the smoke clears


Will it only be white folks and black jokes

How many be gone

If they bomb barbershops and hair salons

Time to dot com


Before they rub out clubs
Where you get your drink on

Mother father sister bro
Love is the message


But war be the front page
In this mess-age

Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred
Macked by the same tactics
Wit us in a tundra


Goin under

Avoidin cries from sodimized

Society

Scary getting screwed without a dictionary