For my theme song (black) My leather black jeans on (black) My by-any-means on Pardon, I'm getting my scream on (black) Enter the kingdom (black) But watch who you bring home They see a black man with a white woman At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong Middle America packed in (black) Came to see me in my black skin (black) Number one question they asking Fuck every question you asking (black) If I don't get ran out by Catholics (black) Here come some conservative Baptists Claiming I'm overreacting Like them black kids in Chiraq bitch Four in the morning, and I'm zoning They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we living in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go (down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (now) But there's nowhere to go (now) And there's no way to slow (down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass Four in the morning, and I'm zoning They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we living in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it Stop all that coon shit (black) Early morning cartoon shit (black) This is that goon shit Fuck up your whole afternoon shit I'm aware I'm a wolf Soon as the moon hit I'm aware I'm a king Back out the tomb bitch (black) Black out the room, bitch (black) Stop all that coon shit (black) These niggas ain't doing shit Them niggas ain't doing shit Come on homie what happened You niggas ain't breathing you gasping These niggas ain't ready for action Ready-ready for action-action Four in the morning, and I'm zoning I think I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300 like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we living in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go (down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (now) But there's nowhere to go (now) And there's no way to slow (down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God!

For my theme song My leather black jeans on My by-any-means on Pardon, I'm getting my scream on Enter the kingdom But watch who you bring home They see a black man with a white woman At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong Middle America packed in Came to see me in my black skin Number one question they're askin' Fuck every question you askin' If I don't get ran out by Catholics Here come some conservative Baptists Claiming I'm overreactin' Like them black kids in Chiraq bitch Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go (down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (now) But there's nowhere to go (now) And there's no way to slow (down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it Stop all that coon shit Early morning cartoon shit This is that goon shit Fuck up your whole afternoon shit I'm aware I'm a wolf Soon as the moon hit I'm aware I'm a king Back out the tomb bitch Black out the room, bitch Stop all that coon shit These niggas ain't doin' shit Them niggas ain't doin' shit Come on homie what happened You niggas ain't breathin', you gaspin' These niggas ain't ready for action Ready-ready for action Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' I think I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300 like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God!

Она так хотела знать Я от нее спрятал Спросила как я Я сказать всё хватит Хватит всегда лгать Хватит претворяться Хватит этих ссор Нам больше не исправить Она так хотела знать Я от нее спрятал Спросила как я Я сказать всё хватит Хватит всегда лгать Хватит претворяться Хватит этих ссор Нам больше не исправить Ты не моя, ненавидишь знаю Твои слова в мыслях Снова, не хочу исправить Я не знаю как и Я не знаю как ведь Эти ссоры снова Я не хочу всё исправить Выкинул прочь Все что было до Снова новый день Скоро выброшусь в окно Она меня злит И это всё не то Я говорю хватит Быть с тобой не суждено Хватит хватит хватит хватит Хватит хватит хватит хватит Хватит хватит хватит хватит Хватит хватит хватит хватит Она так хотела знать Я от нее спрятал Спросила как я Я сказать всё хватит Хватит всегда лгать Хватит претворяться Хватит этих ссор Нам больше не исправить Она так хотела знать Я от нее спрятал Спросила как я Я сказать всё хватит Хватит всегда лгать Хватит претворяться Хватит этих ссор Нам больше не исправить Каждой твари по паре Нас как раз два Ненавижу что ты говоришь, твои слова Я люблю маму Но как насчет насчет тебя Все что ты мне говоришь Для меня всё фигня Хватит хватит хватит хватит Хватит хватит хватит хватит Хватит хватит хватит хватит Хватит хватит хватит хватит

Intro: "I was born, in a dump My mama died and my father got drunk They left me, to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road I grew up in a rusty shack All i owned was hangin on my back And Lord knows, how I learnt This place called Tobacco Road Tobacco Road, you're dirty and you're filthy Tobacco Road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane I'm gonna blow it up, Lord knows gonna start all over again" "My mind is the place where I make my plans The world is the place where I take my stand The beauty of life is mine today They cannot take my mind away" (M1) Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa This ain't no act it's mathematical Past the black radical I choose the M1, because it's practical Nothin was changed, we ain't protected No names, it's all factual They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see (Stic) It's like watching your own father smoke crack I have nightmares on shit like that No way in hell I'll ever get like that I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years It's like a tour of duty My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty When your heart is turning ice cold Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin I listen close to what she sayin When she speak of Jesus I ignore it But when it's practical I'm all for it You got to think like a soldier I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters Discipline keep the mind focused This whole world is a corn field son Look out for flying locusts Chorus (x2) Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you And through you, control your whole crew It's psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do? (M1) You can't walk the streets with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind And if you know the time, give me a sign Tell me where we draw the line I got your back if you got mine My enemy's enemy is my man One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand My comrades stand on lands stolen Every tooth a golden opportunity Who holdin my community hostage? 10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some This is how the plan runs Thinkin with a fugitive brain What we do to live is insane Holdin the weed, healing my membranes Just like crack, you know it all boils down To the dollars-and-cents of it Niggaz commence to get [rents?] to sentenced to serve terms Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose When will they learn? Psychology (Stic) We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls No respect for their laws I cut your face with a kitchen knife In gladiator times, man against machinery The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy Life is a series of serious choices Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces Various courses of life can lead to failure Too much of anything is a trap, my mind snap Guerrilla warfare for two grand They say karate means 'empty hands' So then it's perfect for the poor man... They say karate means 'empty hands' So then it's perfect for the poor man Chorus (x2) Bridge (M1) When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals The mind is like a jewel son Only a fool wouldn't grasp it Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals The mind is like a jewel son Only a fool wouldn't grasp it Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted "Free your mind, and the rest will follow Seize the time, no one is promised tomorrow" Repeat until fade

Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock But prison ain't nothin but a private stock And she be dreamin 'bout his date of release She hate the police But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her Her father's a political prisoner, free Fred Son of a Panther that the government shot dead Back in 12-4-1969 4 o clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine Cuz Fred Hampton jr., looks just like him Walks just like him, talks just like him And it might be frightenin, the feds and the snitches See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go 18 years because the 5-0 said so They said he set a fire to a Arab store But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates Most of the youth never escape the jail fate Super maximum camps will advance they game plan To keep us in the hands of the man locked up Hello Collect call from Ness Where are you Yo shit is crazy boo, I miss you Have you been alright Yo, can you put some money in my commisary Little Kenny been smokin lucy since he was 12 Now he 25 locked up wit a L They call him triple K, cuz he killed 3 niggas Another ghetto child got turned into a killa His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin Used like a pawn by these white North Americans Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy Grandmama had to raise the baby Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name But y'all know how the game go Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been Never see the hood again Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates Most of the youth never escape the jail fate Super maximum camps will advance they game plan To keep us in the hands of the man locked up Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates Most of the youth never escape the jail fate Super maximum camps will advance they game plan To keep us in the hands of the man locked up You aint gotta be locked up to be in prison Look how we livin 30, 000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin routine They put is in a box just like our life on the block Behind enemy lines You aint gotta be locked up to be in prison Look how we livin 30, 000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin routine They put is in a box just like our life on the block Behind enemy lines