Yeah Guru, huh, The Roots   Yeah, c'mon y'all uh, lift your fist   Uhh, yeah, lift your fist c'mon      To all my people, just lift your fist   Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice   How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?   Either way you got to lift your fist      We get it down like this   To all my people, ball up your first   Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice   How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?   Either way you got to lift your fist      Yo, c'mon   We livin' life close to the edge, don't push   But this ain't eighty-three and it's not the cold crush   It's kids on the street strapped, huffin' that kush   They eyein' the next cat, livin' all plush      I guess frustration make a brother do what he must   What's the combination that can make a human erupt   Team leaders gettin' mutinied up, who couldn't read   The signs, thinkin' the day and times is [Incomprehensible]      Indeed, we blast, refuse to kiss ass   Quick fast, ready to mash cause of a bugged out past   Swallow the pain, follow the mental terrain   It takes a hell of a man, nowadays to maintain      Garments bloodstained, face bruised and battered   Our eyes reflect the agony, of dreams that were shattered   And they love it, when we wild out and kill our own   But the greater responsibility, yes, is still our own      To all my people, just lift your fist   Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice   How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?   Either way you got to lift your fist      We get it down like this   To all my people, ball up your first   Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice   How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?   Either way you got to lift your fist      Uhh, worldwide famine, ghetto people demand   That somebody do somethin' soon, and let's examine   The facts, behind the violent attacks   Behind the daily gun play the cocaine and the crack      Thug season what's the reason for the treason?   Everybody's gotta eat, some gotta resort to thievin'   Take money, money, make money, money, money      To all my people, just lift your fist   Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice   How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?   Either way you got to lift your fist      We get it down like this   To all my people, ball up your first   Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice   How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?   Either way you got to lift your fist      Yo, from the time they eyes open 'til the clock strike death   Brothers is stressed, walkin' 'round holdin' they chest   They got the government surveyin' they steps and can't breathe   They dynamitin' them projects to smithereens      Money comin' but them days too few and far between   You tryin' to taste just what the world's offering, ya'mean?   I seen enough to make a grown man scream   Brothers thirsty and hungry to get that thing      Too many tears of pain, too many years of struggle   Too many drops of blood, too many problems to juggle   Too few jobs available, too few schools equipped   Too few role models, just gangsters and pimps      Will you succumb, will your heart grow numb   Or will you save the world, and use your mind like a gun?   I'm the one I turn a stick-up kid to a soldier   Me and The Roots, word up, we takin' over      To all my people, just lift your fist   Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice   How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?   Either way you got to lift your fist      We get it down like this   To all my people, ball up your first   Word up it ain't no peace, no justice   How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?      To all my people, just lift your fist   How you want it there's no peace, no justice   From the bullet or even form the microchip?   Either way you got to lift your fist      We get it down like this   [Incomprehensible] lift your fist   Come on my people yo it ain't no justice   Dig it, uh, uh