[Paris]   Take it back to the days when we raised us up   'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt   P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain   Puttin wood on they ass can't stand the rain   And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch   In a "No Spin Zone," fuck a scanadalous bitch   It's the return of the (Bush Killa) back to bust   Just us for the justice, in God we trust   I rush truth to the youth, and shine the light   Take the red pill, open up your eyes to life   In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles   See us overthrow the hold of the devil control   And roll deep, keep it underground for the streets   I'm the last sayin, get 'em outta bounds, retreat   Like ants in this war dance, if one fall   Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, it's all      [reggae chat interlude]      [various samples]   "This program includes dramatic re-enactments of scenes which depict real events   and contains material which is intended for" (HIP-HOP)   "Welcome to the show!"   [Dan Rather] "Today, more drugs are coming into America than ever before"   "We have the best intelligence in the world, we can stop anything we wanna stop"   "You still may know little about" - Dan Rather   "The C.I.A.'s involvement with drug lords"   "This was a, a multi-billion dollar business"   "Even more menacing" - D.R. "The C.I.A."   [D.R.] "Have gone into the drug trade, and are trying to take over the government"   "In the war", "on drugs" - D.R.   "Which side is the C.I.A. on?"   "We need a change! We need a change.." [x2]      "One of these motherfuckers different"      Bringing you back what you miss in hip-hop   Hard truth sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-soldier radio   Word! "Pay attention real close, we just begun"      [Immortal Technique]   Yeah! Immortal Technique, part of the rebel militia   Weapon I brandish, don't need the canvas to paint a picture   Fuck who you askin, I'll tell you what it is   It ain't music motherfucker it's the way that we live   Party crashin, leavin the door with a broke lock   And make a toast to the cancer of Rupert Murdoch   I got a hit, on the Grand Wizard and the cyclops   And I'll be snipin, campus security bike cops   Fuck around, and I'ma start blastin they kids   Payback, for what they did to John Africa's crib   These pigs talk a lot of shit, shit, wavin the badge   Can put it down and go the fuck home wrapped in a flag   I have nothin but, empty shells for enemies   Strike me down, that'll give birth to ten of me   Forbidden chemistry, my verse is the dirty bomb   Urban combat, next year nigga it's on