[verse 1]   Check that soul in   Tape is rollin   Black dont crack   Where the party at?   Stax, jumpback   Wax them tracks   Barkays cut it live   Like 45s   Strong songs survive   On records   95 beats per second   Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it      You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul   20 times better than gold, stax,   Keep it here   Cuttin them tracks, relax   Pop them fingers, play it barkays   Jumpback baby   Soul gotcha crazy   Cold feet thanks   For the groove   And them bomb beats   To make me move      Color of dead   Looks like the future is history      Why you dissin me   Aint no mystery      On the outside peekin in   End of your freeride   No way you can win   Beginnin of the end      Of your liberal friends who pretend      Everythings changed   While nuthins changed much   Uhh this is chuck      Stays to the left of this   And to the right of that      Just black where my mind be at   Shit wheres the rest of my cats?      High trees catch a lotta wind my friend      My shits in a bind   Fine line between aware and blind   Dont mind   Some of them aint got a mind      Mind over matter      They dont mind   And we dont matter      [verse 2]   I flock to refugees   Who flock to me      The roots the coup   And kick aside the genocide and the juice      Comedians actors nuclear reactors   Players and ballplayers   Singers dancers and rhyme sayers      Why do us like you do   Ska doo   Fuck da residue   Frustrated 5 on 2s   No breaks for madd crews   Nowwho the fuck is you   Sick a you      Community hoesis   Who posin as moses   In street clothist   Who be the closest who blows it      Every ryme be for the future of mankind      Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds   Ruin health   Wit no knowledge of self      Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks      Who done 400 years in this abyss?   And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor   So i piss      [verse 3]   Some things in the air   When the smoke clears      Will it only be white folks and black jokes      How many be gone      If they bomb barbershops and hair salons      Time to dot com      Before they rub out clubs   Where you get your drink on      Mother father sister bro   Love is the message      But war be the front page   In this mess-age      Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred   Macked by the same tactics   Wit us in a tundra      Goin under      Avoidin cries from sodimized      Society      Scary getting screwed without a dictionary