All I wanna do is get paid back   For all that time I spent in the back   Livin' in shacks, fillin' up sacks of cotton   Now it's what we fought, you're makin' six packs      Some got our hope out of control   Of my soul, pass the Ol' Gold   Behold the pale horse, Supreme Court   Sweatin' niggas like sports      Hunt a nigga for sport   See a nigga play sports, no support   On the outside lookin' in   If that's what's up then I ain't never been in style then      Everything is anything, anything is upbeat of nothing   Once again, poisoned from the paper and pen   You better defend that bullshit on the other end   Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing      Fuck them chicken wings, last able man standing   Follow what? I ain't understanding   What's better to understand then be misunderstood?   'Cos the FBI is up to no good, power to the peeps   Who come with their own drum and don't end up like sheep      (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)   Kill em live      Mad heads confused by the isms   Bustin' caps incoginisms   Phone taps, makin' sure they record ya   From my midnight plane to Georgia, uhh      Ancient to ol' player   The life giver, the name take-awayer   Propaganda can't gasp the last man standing   Assassinate all the plannin'      Get wreck, what you see is what you get   To plunder more stars than Trek   21st Century Robin Hood   I guess the politics are Robbin Hoods      Fuck the Government 'cos you know that I would   'Cos the FBI is up to no good   Power to the peeps who come with their own drum   And don't end up like sheep      (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)   Kill em live      (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)   Kill em live      Be a bitch is a foreign crime   Engine, Engine Number 9   Engineerin' monopolies, triggers and uninsured jalopy's   Catchin' more lock than companies      Engineerin' opinion and policies   Herd following like sheep   Following of the sheep will be sheep   Based on what they heard from their peeps, uhh      Able to straddle quick beats without a battle   Politician assassinated   Rappers get shot, quote Chris Rock   "To have, to have not" is the question      Yes, them 'Have nots' be robots   All the sheep's have forgot   The 'Haves' keep the 'Have nots' guessin'   Under them Smith & Wessuns      (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)   Kill em live      (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)   Kill em live   (Kill)