Water Torture. Drop this on ya,
Hostage. Mode Impossible.
YOUR Infantry forgot to Warn ya.
I Control the Blocks and Corners.
Bobby Seale or Rocky Horror. I should call the doctor for YOU, Naaaaw...
WE making such a blatant Statement.
Dangle ‘em like baby Blanket.
Hang ‘em by the ankles. Racist, if the Race was ignoramus.
Infiltrate the hit created. Let’s change the fate of ML-KING, J-R. R-R-R.
Baskin’, in the ACT committed.
Blastin’, with assassin vision.
Ravagin’, with bad intentions, damaging the Black Existence.
Capturin’, YOUR Flag, Confederate, when skippin’ pass the Dixon Line.
NORTH to SOUTH to EAST to WEST.
WE Torture Doubt, Defeat Oppression, Nostradamus, Ether records.
WE stomp ‘em out, Godzilla/Gamera.
Chalk ‘em out, like teacher’s test.
WE walkin’ out with Lethal Weapons, BLAOW!

CHORUS:
They throw US Money just to set US up.
And, get the Best of US.
They try to treat US like WE Property.
They reel US in then they abandon US.
But, WE had enough.
They’ll never keep US under Lock and Key.

Where YOU been and Who’s ya Master?
That ain’t YOUR Scroll and Tablet, it was written by some Rapper.
YOU stole his Soul and Actions?
WE came with swords and maskmen.
Took YOUR awards and fashions.
Like caped avengers, eighty ninjas overboard, ATTACK ‘EM.
Drag him through the Gauntlet screamin’.
He just a Dungeon Demon, Underwater Satan seaman.
I wonder what’s the Reason?
Maybe for Fame he Fiendin’, Label teasin’ made him break his crown.
THEY ALL FALL DOWN.
Poor Humpty Dumpty drops to shambles. Revealing his mock enamel.
All the Kingsmen franticly crawl to replot and scramble.
Meanwhile I block the channel.
Thats all my knot handle.
Why WE gotta choose between a Sambo and Mob Soprano.
Blow the horn like tenor-sax, he went from ten to six in platinum.
The overworked Indigenous, they work from ten to six.
He Guilty while they Innocent, but still he filthy rich from makin’ hits.
Tempting them to make a hit and split his wig.

CHORUS:
They throw US Money just to set US up.
And, get the Best of US.
They try to treat US like WE Property.
They reel US in then they abandon US.
But, WE had enough.
They’ll never keep US under Lock and Key.

Man, they Hate to see my Armor shining.
My Army line up, trumpets sounding like it’s Armageddon
Naw, no need for sirens.
OUR Labels make contracts.
Yea, WE taking Office.
WE presidential with Bomb Threats.
Man, this Land was Promised.
Not waiting for Patriots’ appraisal or YOUR Congress.
WE making OUR own timetables, multiplying checks.
Offers and Sponsors, Officers in high seats.
As far as my Third Eye see, I’m Free.
Yo tell me, do YOU wanna have it ALL? Or, just be employed?
Naw, if I can’t be the BOSS, I’d rather be a D-Boy.
Now tell me what YOU’D rather do, wait a slave or make a move?
Man, I’d rather break the rules than hang in that fatal noose.
This is for the crews and settlers, scoundrels and peddlers,
The meddlers and gamblers, caught up in the Culture.
Where they spending millions robbing others for they Fortune.
GIVE UP OR GIVE IN. YOU CAN’T GET OVER: FEEL THE TORTURE.