Paris is my name, I flows with ease   Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks MC's   Who ain't down with the sound of the Panther Movement   Intense is a serious answer      The mic goes into labor you freeze up   Enveloped by the style that sounds so rough   Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide   A million and a half shot keepin' you high      But I don't sell 'cause what you're sellin' is never sold   Or dealed by the real mack brothers of old   Naw, I just devise a wise new formula   To keep you in tune without sellin' my soul      In 1930, it all began   With a movement comprised of intelligent black men   Led by Allah in the form of Farad   But later by the last true prophet of God      Elijah Muhammad, a dominant black leader   Of 'The Lost/Found Asiatic Pack'   And later by Malcolm, whose point was straight   Stressin' a black nationalistic state      Of self-sufficiency on a mission   He stressed thrift and pride and good sense   Killed in cold blood but the shit ain't done with   Switch to Oak town, '66      See Huey Newton and Cleveland Seal   Sons of Malcolm with intent to kill   And end the brutality inflicted on us by cops   Best believe, I won't stop      Teachin' science in step with Farrakhan   Drop a dope bomb, word to Islam   Keeps my brothers up on it 'cause I'm black   And now you know I'm brutal      Callin' all brothers to order, P-Dog'll slaughter   Stomp rip and choke those who thought a   Young black man wasn't capable of the intellect   Of gainin' respect without sellin' so check      I'm Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice   But twice as nice with, the power to fight boy   So, listen I'm tellin' y'all, the warnin' the Final Call   We're headin' for Armageddon, it's like that      The government's policy see is tactical genocide   How many must die, chasin' a chemical high?   How much killin' and murderin' mayhem more can we stand   Before we fold black man, so take a stand      Listen up drug dealer, whassup with that?   Hope I don't bust a cap, straight in your motherfuckin' ass   For pushin' poison to youth, I'm through with talkin', I'm steppin' up   With gat point blank at your motherfuckin' mug      I'm P R O, B L A C K   Stompin' and crushin' to mush, any lush, in my way   I'm educated and strong, always right and no wrong   With many bullets of a Bensonhurst, come on along      It's like that y'all and I won't quit   Keepin' y'all fresh on the movement tip   With F.O.I. at my side, we're never slippin' or nap   We always come sick-wid-it, bustin' serious caps      There's no, bullshit and yo look, this is the danger zone   You shouldn't have stepped to it, you shouldn't have come alone   You shouldn't have ever thought, the movement was soft   Don't you know P-Dog'll never stop   I'm brutal