I pity the punks that partake in the madness   Yangin' the young for their products and profits   The pushers keep pushin' on D and on Jump Street   Pushin' the passive pill, so ya don't need      Kids makin' bids with nines in their goose downs   'Cause college is pricey and some brothers ain't got none   You try to discern between truth and suggestion   But they bid for your ID via fear of rejection      All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality   The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity   Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness   Manifesting some forms of natural impatience      Deaf Macbeth, scar city, the slasher   Enveloping the B-Boy, the doper and the thrasher   Looking to be judged but when judged by the book   Son you're running to the hook, get the heck out      Back with the funk hits   Uncle Huey is back with the funk hits   And the F.L.C. is coming to grips with a fist full of funk hits   Check it out      I got the feel good hit of the year   I got two thumbs up and I stuck 'em in his ear   The man stepped to me, he wouldn't let it end though   So I threw his ass out the Roxy Deli window      I ain't pushin' no party, I ain't meddlin' in Saudi   But I think it's fucked up, what the federal has laid on me   I've been watchin' the news, you're forcing people   To choose between the lesser of two evils, my red, white, and blue      The deceiver's deceiving because the people believe him   Now the troops'll be bleedin' and their mama's will be grieving   So keep on payin' your taxes, when you don't know the facts   Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes      Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness   Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness   Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness   Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness