Verse One: Mad Lib, Xzybit    Yo, look at the way you reactin    I ain't on the microphone actin tough-actin like Tinactin    Madden, dreamin like baddened Aladdin    Families they get saddened, sisters no horror be cabbin stabbin    Jammin like Isley when I be    Floatin rhymes like a butterfly, stingin em like a bee    IBM's is not computers    Intelligent Black Men radio polluters and riot looters if any    Plenty of patience perseverance, persistance    And I don't need a county check for government assistance    Build the knowledge without college abolish like aparthied    Rip like a riptide, when I arrive    Million Man March, Washington D, C me when I get there    Pioneer millionair thoughts we all share    In Los Angeles, niggaz stopped tryin to make peace a long time ago    So it ain't no shock, to hear gunshots, on your block    or maybe even mine on occasion    Regardless of your town, niggaz still tore down and blast    So Xzybit ask what's worse    To getting rushed by the cops or put your piece down first, you're    stuck    See either way we've been set up to fail    Throw that nigga in jail if he ain't tryin to see Yale or Harvard    or Howard, and I reguse to be a coward    Or forced to live off some five twenty-five an hour bullshit    Xzybit carry on like my brothers did    Handguns and girls hell in hands on and other shit    Chorus: repeat 2X    I don't need nobody, to give me a damn thing    Just open up the door, and I get it myself    Verse Two: Snaggle Puss    Aiyyo the cream of the land has arrived    I got with four hundred lashes and still survived    To this very day, the grafted never let up    So I got a million brothers, and we all fed up    With corruption, that's why we on this mission    To bring equality into the justice system    At any cost, I'm down for what it takes    Now cause when the rioting starts it's too late    So let em drown in my ancestor's blood sweat and tears    They fear, knowledge cause it cuts like a spear    And yeah, we comin like bats out of hell    Cause that's what it's like in the ghettoes we dwell    No laughs, you might be the next in the bloodbath    So compare what you got, to what you sposed to have    The end result is we all gettin cheated    Snaggle Puss, etched in stone, so you can read it    Chorus    Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash    To all my black folk here's some liquid lettered soap    I'm down for the upstroke, I'm tired of bein broke    I feel like I'm in the gutter, word to the mudder    Bruddah, I gotta introduce my ends to each other    The facts about black is, nobody relaxes    And those with stacks is like, fuck payin taxes    I drink the cheap wine cause I not be got'en yapes    Thunderbird and Nighttrain made from the rotten grapes    Dance boy, sing boy, run boy, rap    We'd all be rich if it was boy bust a cap    I gotta watch my back cause sometimes we do stupid shit    I can't even afford a gun to go and shoot you with    I spit on the graves of those who held my people as slaves    I catch your children slippin on the waves    I gotta stay strong, even though the stress is stickin me    I try to get a job but Mickey D ain't even pickin me    While simultaneous I'm bustin with my niggaz just for practice    Cause I see it in my sight to clock a million after taxes    And I know I'm bout to have it cause I know I deserve    Cause I could get you with the bullets but I stick you with words    That'll slit you at the seams my shit is Wilder than Jean    Tash'll eat you like a bowl of fuckin Product 19    Cause Vitamins and C give me wind to do you in    So y'all niggaz got from now until I count backwards from ten    So scram, cause before you get a chance to say (Daaam!)    I'll be on you like the neighborhood watch program    Cause I'm tryin to make the slams that'll bust your Cerwin-Vegas    Cause niggaz think life is smokin blunts and playin Sega    But not I, I make it so you can't fuck with this    Cause I want a new car, plus a pound just to twist    So get up and get out, get a pen write a verse nigga    Do what you gotta do, but yo motherfuck the first    Chorus