Here come the drums

Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down

Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
Then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talkin' 'bout the one still goin' on

I know
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
He fooled the black, and left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout the shake of a snake
And the smile that went along wit dat

Can't truss it (no, no, no, no)

Kickin' wicked rhymes
Like a fortune teller
'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
Where everybody at
Divided and sold
For the liquor and the gold
Smacked in the back
For the other man to mack (What)

(Wicked. Wicked man. Dead man. Dead man. Kick it man)

Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory
Little Rock where they be dockin' this boat
No hope
I'm shackled (Oh)
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope (Yipes)
Wearin' red, white and blue
Jack and his crew
The guy's authorized to beat down for the brown
Man to the man, each one so I teach one
Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
One love who said it
I know Whodini sang it
But the hater taught hate
That's why we gang bang it
Beware of the hand
When it's comin' from the left
I ain't trippin' just watch ya step

Can't truss it

An I judge everyone
One by the one
Look here come the judge
Watch it here he come now
(Don't sentence me judge, I ain't did nothin' to nobody)

I can only guess what's happ'nin'
Years ago he woulda been a ship's captain
Gettin' me bruised on the cruise
What I got to lose, lost all contact
Got me layin' on my back
Rollin' in my own leftover
When I roll over, I roll over on somebody else
90 damn days on a slave ship
Count 'em fallin' off 1, 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time

Blood in the wood and it's mine
I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain
Like my brain bein' chained
Still gotta give it what I got
It's hot in the day, it's cold in the night
But I thrive to survive,
I pray to god to stay alive
My attitude boils inside
And that ain't it
You think I ever quit
Still I pray to get my hands around the neck
Of the man wit' the whip
And 3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass
To signify I'm owned
I'm on the microphone
Sayin' 1555
How I'm livin'
We been livin' here
Livin' ain't the word
I been givin'
Haven't got
Classify us in the have-nots
Fightin' the haves
'Cause it's all about money

When it comes to Armageddon
Mean I'm getting mine
Here I am turn it over Sam
427 to the year
Do you understand
That's why it's harder
For the black to love the land

Once again

Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down

Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
Then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talkin' 'bout the one still goin' on

I know
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
He fooled the black, and left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout the shake of a snake
And the smile went along wit dat

Can't truss it (Watch your step, boy)