[verse 1]   Played in cincinatti   Wit my whole head nappy   Made a rally in the street   Wit nothin but a beat   Gotta grudge against a judge   Kick em out that seat   You are what you eat   So what you eatin   Same message to your mind   Be self defeatin   Sick n tired of bein sick   And tired of bein beaten   Saw em drop it like it   Was way too hot and too fast   For hip hop doo wop rock or bop   Aint here to hurt you   Dont hang in them circles   Government aint got me   Yet so yall dont stop me   See a stampede of fake cats   Runnin from bill cosby   What does he gotta do wit you doin you?   Yall know what?   Dj lord gimme that cut   Bring that beat back   Thats whats up      [verse 2]   Feedback from truly   Freedblacks   Gotta think outta this   Box of hard knocks   Lined em up at fort knox   To die in iraq   You dont know i rock?   What you under a rock?   Old cats beggin us to bring that beat back   Each generation thinks   The next one is wack   Jumpstarted in the daze of crack   R&b reagan, daddy bush   Way the hell on back   Pray to god   Feel like i got a church in myself, good god uh   Cant get no help   I say again healthcare cutback   Sht is wack   Bring that beat back      [verse 3]   They say the youth dont matter   And the old dont mind   It takes a lotta spine   To build all them young minds      Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time   Album what? we just makin one at a time   To save another brother whose life on the line   A big shot to claim some rocks and shine   Signs of a soul gone solo   Robbed blind   A very small part of half the worlds crime   Runaway child blown by an old land mine   Little ones workin in diamond mines      So cats can say whats hers and whats mine   Diamonds is girls best friend   So whys he cryin      [verse 4]   See when yall hear it get near it   And you recognize the lyrics   You trained to refrain   And you start to fear it   Escapism   Like today there aint racism   Obviously yall aint see   Black folks on tv   Judgement calls   Made on behalf of you and me   Or you and i   Do or die   I say an i for an i   Dividin line   Got the poor people   Payin for crime   Corporations gettin paid off our jailtime   Now yall can tell russell   Yes i knock the hustle   Cause 2 million in lockdown   Under federal muscle   Beyond the streets   These kids is always watchin   Watching some of these jerks when they go berserk   So i work