[prodigy]   Aiyyo, wordup dunn   Man you know how I feel   Gotta be more to it than this, word up      *doing an impression of scarface*   This what it's all about dunn? uh?    Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (can't understand)      Whattup, I don't know baby   Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up   I'm tellin you right now   I know this shit though, aiyyo      Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to   Absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me   Take a few to give me a edge   My green light shine bright, kryptonite type   Fully operational, my physical cream   Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine   Popped it inside the ar-15   Put it aside, round up the regime   While you rely on religion, I hold a nine   On the mission, to pull fire on your opposition   Revelation was the vision of this   Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit   My story goes back to them lost pyramids   I'm seeing things that you won't believe exists   He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time dunn   The secondary light got your mind   You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? popular? guns   But are you really prepared, for the things to come?       [krs-one]   Check it out   True underground sound from the boogie down   Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces   Calling out these racists, at rolling stone   Spin details and other places, krs is the source   Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course   You'll print about black mayors, black senators   Why you ain't got no black editors?    Everytime I do an interview in rolling stone   They sendin me a writer that look like he's home alone   Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone   This has got to stop -- your whole spot   Is blown sky high, battle why try?    My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye   You don't understand, why you're publically banned   Until you recognize the writing skills of a black man   Black editor, all of us ain't thuggin   Gossiping over who's homosexual   Some of us are black intellectuals, up in harlem world   You can't get with me, so now in midtown   You wanna stop and talk to me?    Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?    Look I'm burnin this      [method man]   How many didn't want to see it happen   Street moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin   Hate to see a brother do good through legal action   So you sabotage and throw a def in the squad   Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin   These dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion   So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion   Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory   Y'all niggaz don't hear me, generation next   Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet   By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me   Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie   Is reality the truth, the whole truth and   Nothin but the truth, taste is the proof   These niggaz want the juice, and in the crossfire   Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot      [kam]   What kind of party is this, it's that political kind   Where america's best, most hypocritical minds   Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind   And for the right dollar sign, do white collar crime   Behind suits, and clean shaves   I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves   Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --   I robs the damn nation   So I can live in luxury, you fucks with me   You marryin the dirt and i'ma throw in the tux for free   I tell the people what they wanna hear   I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year   So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin   And start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin   I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks   That's my style, my pol-i-tricks   Triple-six convicts, lyin is automatic   In the government, republican or democratic   Fuck freedom, justice and equality   Nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy