Drop it   Hey   Ugh      Try to crack   And some will react   Vocal snap or trap (?)   I'm trying to rap      Those who try to subdue    the truth   lose their condition    and the flame's unactive      Being an ignited one   in the twentieth century   (?) in a bottle of kerosiene      flame ignites into the black   sending fright   thought you could read minds    and words and insight      Backin' the explosion on stage   comes fear   Frances Fanon   Ya you know his anger is so clear (?)      Using my brain   Until the power is obtained   Using my stength to gain   A struggle for rage      But I   Choose to do doom to (?)   Yeah, you know my anger is a gift      I give to respect to test me on a face   Hah,   Outlaw phase      Release the reason   Allow the pain   The actors change   But the plays the same      C'mon   In the narrows      In the narrows      In the narrows      Some are the victims (?) of power   But the style will (?)    Trying to rap (?) about the structure itself   Pay only people to (?) (Sorry... It's hard to understand Zack right here)      State to state   I set it straight   I investigate   To pay the (?)      I make an impression    Yo    My section after section      No need for repression   Just take a mic    and a rap another session      No need for guessing (either that or gashing)   Yeah   And that shit your spreading      Release the reason   Allow the pain   The actors change   But the plays the same      Release the reason   Allow the pain   The actors change   But the plays the same      C'mon      In the narrows      In the narrows      In the narrows      Ugh      UGH      I'm on the mic   Stepping up to sucka's   while were drumming out the style   and I do it with a smile      When I put punks on trial   Taking 'em back again   Yeah the name of the comprehender (?)      The style I drop is going on and on   To the punks to recognize the style   And to realize   That I'm not no Punk Kid      Just stepping up for the mic hit      Ugh      In the narrows (4x)      Ugh