[verse 1]   Is the groove good to you   Like when you lose your thing   Forgetten grits is grocery   And eggs is poultry      Makin a livin against those makin a killin   Super blackman gotha back   And is back in the building   If the prison is that skin you in   And your cell sittin inside your skull   They say you cant getaway   From ya damn self   When your earth is heaven   And your world be hell   Check your head   Armageddons at the foot of your bed      You aint heard a word i said   Forget them slacks      Im that throwback that   Threw that throwback   Back on the racks   To get my mind back      O say can you see   I get back its still just a black and white tv   In lyin color brother   Gots to getaway to the other.      [verse 2]   Never was too good   Off the top of my head      Cause i want yall to know   Exactly what i said      This so called war in iraq   Over a thousand dead   Thats about   10 a week   Even as i speak      33% of black males in jail   55% of black students will fail   85% of black folks forgot   We were slaves   Up inside this box      America got folks brains on lock   Forget the connects      Some wanna buy whats next   Wear it like a sign up in that chest      Yall should know papa dont take no mess      If you think your past is irrelevant   Dont you know ol soul pays the gt damn rent   That messiah aint never   Gonna come as long as      You thinkin freedom   Is bein free to be dumb      [verse 3]   Soul is back   So flip them hits back   Damn the fashion   I wanna know wheres the passion      Thinkin we came a long way baby      Sayin poor michaels psycho   And prince hes crazy      But what has bob mick sir paul   Done for you lately      How they maintain on your brain   Seems to escape me      Heard some ghetto cats   Dont like metal rap      Hear it and fear it   And they think its wack      They dont even know that the blues is black   And when i rap is back to the roots      Where i be at      Not some 30 year old who dont know facts   Whos wild sayin things like some juvenile      Remember 2 million black folks in the penile   Got a world of whitefolks   Thinkin its style      Think im hatin cause you lack the information   Cause we the fbi still gots on file