Land of the free. But the skin I'm in identifies me. So the people around me. Energize me. Callin' all aboard this train ride. Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore.
Here it is. Bam!. And you say, Goddamn. This is the dope jam. But lets define the term called dope. And you think it mean funky now, no. Here is a true tale.
Signed, sealed, delivered I be yours. I pour it on the breaks. Till it break laws. Givin' the gabbin'. So the brothers be havin' it. Or else the five fingers of dope'll.
I didn't died right. I didn't died right. . {This is Harry Allen hip hop activist and media assassin'. With Flavor Flav, Oh what's the Flavor Flavor}.
Step back, get away, give the brother some room. You got to turn me up when the beat goes boom. Lyric to lyric, line to line. Then you'll understand my reputation for rhyme.
Get that, ha ha, yeah boy. Bass for your face. Get that, ha ha, yeah boy. Bass for your face. . Get that, bass, bass for your face. Bass for your face, bass for your face.
Time is gettin' crazy, people clockin' out. They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route. Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system. 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em.
Man to man. I don't know if they can. From what I know. The parts don't fit. Ah shit. . Now he's sharin' a needle. With a drug addict. He don't believe he has it either.
Public, Public, Public Enemy, Public, Public, Public Enemy. Public, Public Enemy, Public, Public Enemy. Public, Public, Public Enemy, Public Enemy. Public, Public, Public Enemy, Public, Public, Public, Public Enemy.
Told ya buffalo soldier. Fell to the ground like folgers. Couldnt hold the boulder. Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer. . In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer.
This style seems wild. Wait before you treat me like a stepchild. Let me tell you why they got me on file. 'Cause I give you what you lack. Come right and exact.
Ridenhour - robertz - gary g-wiz - depper. . Clear the way for the prophets of rage. Engagin' on the stage, on a track. Tell jack stay in the back. I was born.
[verse 1]. . Its been a long and whining road. Even though time keeps a changin. Ima bring it all back home. I been told i spit lyrics wit politics. Why wouldnt i?.
Skills to kill. And fill a hole, we roll deep. Wit a frown that's down. Low in the meddle of jeep beats. So I'm makin a point. Not stickin butts or blunts.
Shocklee - young - allen. . Skills to kill. And fill a hole, we roll deep. Wit a frown that's down. Low in the meddle of jeep beats. So I'm makin a point.
Ridenhour - young. . Live and undrugged part i. Its been a long time. Since the rhyme rode. A rough road. I'm riding rhymes & givin. A dose of brotherland.
Uh, uh, keep it goin. Yea, whatever. . [Flavor Flav]. Now, now, now. Now this is that fly shit, the do or die shit. Made shit, platinum shit that make you so sick.
Madd topics, no you cant stop it. Like how much they paid for that rocket?. People in the hood really aint got shit. How much got spent by the President?.
All I wanna do is get paid back. For all that time I spent in the back. Livin' in shacks, fillin' up sacks of cotton. Now it's what we fought, you're makin' six packs.