How we gonna kill'em
Well we'll hang'em from the trees
With guitar strings

Piano keys
Playing in the background
Never was a sound

So potent as the one
That never hit the radio
The kid with a killer flow

How we gonna kill'em
Well we'll hang'em from the trees
With guitar strings

There you are
Swaying in the breeze
But wasn't it the beat

That got you on your feet
In the first place, here's a taste
Of the %#@! they don't teach


Son of Malcolm X
And Martin Luther King

I liberate the radio
Its all in how I sing
I scream, I shout, I spit, legit

So sit like Rosa Parks
Because I'm Linda Brown
And I'm shaking up the town

I just want an education
But my radio's impatient
So I'm on my Dred Scott

Means I'm taking 'em to court
For enslaving
The masses

My radio's a fascist
A greedy mutha$#&@a with a million paid $$#assins


How we gonna kill'em
Well we'll hang'em from the trees
With guitar strings

Piano keys
Playing in the background
Never was a sound

So potent as the one
That never hit the radio
The kid with a killer flow

How we gonna kill 'em
Well we'll hang 'em from the trees
With guitar strings

There you are
Swaying in the breeze
But wasn't it the beat

That got you on your feet
In the first place, here's a taste
Of the %#@! they don't teach


A radical in industry
And now I am the enemy

The Panther to the industries
J. Edgar Hoover
F.B.I. my panther

So I found a new anthem
Six shots
In the dark

Lost my heart and soul because we all know the government
Killed Pac and Biggie
But no biggie

Got my semi automatic
And a bullet in my teeth
Because they know

Music is the only medicine
So they'll take it from us,
If you ever let em in.


How we gonna kill 'em
Well we'll hang 'em from the trees

With guitar strings
Piano keys
Playing in the background
Never was a sound
So potent as the one

That never hit the radio
The kid with a killer flow
How we gonna kill 'em
Well we'll hang 'em from the trees
With guitar strings

There you are
Swaying in the breeze
But wasn't it the beat
That got you on your feet
In the first place, here's a taste

Of the %#@! they don't teach

I am not a rapper
I am a scientist
Experimental is the %#@! I spit on, did you miss

The Lecture
I am black Lester
Ready to devour everything within this hour that you've given me
I am still spinning but I lost a couple fans
Though I'm still keeping cool
Ice bath, but you laugh

This %#@! is serious
They fear us
Revolutionaries
Ain't it scary
If you do not walk the line
Then you're out of time.
Dead to the cause

Pause out of time
Rhythm Rhyme
Carry you into the grave
Can't save you physically
But we will save you to a disc
Make a list
Of your number one hits

Torrent you
All around the world
Make
Sure you soar
Too the top
Of the charts
Put you in the hearts

Of the masses
But only if you're heart beat
Catches
With the matches
Already soaked
In the gasoline of the industry