Told ya buffalo soldier   Fell to the ground like folgers   Couldn?t hold the boulder   Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer      In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer   Tumors poppin? from the middle of rumors   Generation X be the end of baby boomers   Is the next generation headed for doom      Control the soul and you got a got a   Truck fulla fertilizer blowin? up the spot   Think it?s terrorism the borderline?s hot   Check the passports tap the telephone      Surprise they home grown   And one of your fuckin? own   It?s dat same ol? shit, dat same ol? game   From that same ol? gang up to that same ol? thing      Now what I see say you know me   I pour a metaphor of LSD      I don?t know what y?all thinkin? about   But if you know like I know   You better strap on your seatbelt   ?Cause you in for a long ride      Now I be damn I been a man   Figure I never call myself a nigger to get Benjamin   What?s love got to do wit what you got   Not a whole lot, no forgot oh this shit is hot      Spendin? all the cheddar for clothes   Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud   Lost in dominoes      Now the heads tell tales how the dead bled and fled   Now they livin? up in the bed   Instead they seize us like Jesus   Married to the mob did a sloppy job in Hempstead      Lord had mercy wanna curse me   New world order got my ass drownin? in the water   Now what you stuck to the west   That funk to the east is phat, ATL be krunk dirty south      Thirty thou crankin? trunks   Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk   Now what be indebted, better get over it   Those times and raps ain?t never comin? back      No future without a pass, I kick ass   Rock the sox off a Pandora?s box   Is it any wonder why the clocks flavor got?   Between rehearsin? a verse my jaw lox      I set the bomb between the R and B scene   Go against the grain run up on the train   And so I parallel the brains of Cobain   As hip hop brain made ?em spill the champagne      Make it plain the sound remains insane   Come the same no holes closin? up the lane   Don?t ask no questions on the simple level   Can the magic get Shaq back, Knicks get Van exel      Bold rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard   Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words   Turnaround funk power moves ruffs   I ain?t never been cuckoo for no coco puffs      LSD, set it free make ?em see the tricks   Rather try at 37 than die at 26      Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties   Lie for a lie, I look ?em in the eye   History speaking lawyers should die   Kissed the companies and made them all cry      A new rap song and a real drive by   Why o why did the video die   The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas ?fraid   Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid      The goddamn white man got you afraid   Social service got your mama afraid   Scared of the fact before a niggas black   Some of you say nigga before you say crack      You got no back is what you lack   Just say black and I?ll see where your ass is at