Drop it
Hey
Ugh


Try to crack
And some will react

Vocal snap so trap
I'm trying to rap


Those who try to subdue
the truth
lose their condition

were labelled inactive

Being 91

the twentieth century
Brooklyn is a magnum in the bottle of kerosiene


flame ignites into the black
sending fright
thought you could read minds

and words and insight

Backin' the explosion on stage

guns fear
Frances Fanon
presence of war


Using my brain
Until the power is obtained

Using my strength to gain
A struggle for rage


But I
Choose another tune to uplift
Yeah, you know my anger is a gift

a gift to expect the test we all must face
Hah,
Out my face


Release the reason
Allow the pain

The actors change
But the plays the same


C'mon
In the narrows
In the narrows

In the narrows

Some are the holders of power

But the style will [ ? ? ] shower
Trying to like brothers about the structure itself
Pay only motivates and creates more hate


State to state
I set it straight

I investigate
Debate, the ?? who brought me lessons


At the oppression I react with aggression
Yo
My section after section


No need for repressing
Just take a mic

and a rap another session

No need for guessing

Yeah
And that %#@! that your stressin'


Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change

But the plays the same

Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change

But the plays the same

C'mon

In the narrows

In the narrows
In the narrows

Ugh!


UGH!

I'm on the mic
Stepping up to sucka's
while were drumming out the style

and I do it with a smile

When I put punks on trial
Taking 'em back again
Yeah the name of the comprehender


The style I drop is going on and on
To the punks to recognize the style
Andrealize
That I'm not no Punk Kid
Just stepping up for the mic hit

Ugh!

In the narrows

In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows

Ugh!