Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof, To kick the truth to the young black youth.

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries. Lyrically perform armed robbery, Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me.

Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk, Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk

But as the world turns I learned life is hell, Livin' in the world no different from a cell...

I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light / Invite the fight, we all die tonight

I smoke on the mic like Smokin' Joe Frazier, The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor.

Working hard may help you maintain, To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain.

Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan, swingin' through your town like your neighbourhood spiderman!

I leave scientists mentally scarred, Triple Extra Large, Wild like rock stars who smash guitars.

You stackin cheddar cause you working at the burger place.

Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth.

We've got enough going on in our lives today without stressing about things that might or might not happen tomorrow

Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things.

the same—on this page, or the end of your fingertips—always the same

Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers.

My black friends never asked me how much money I made, or what school my children went to, or anything like that. They just said, "Come as you are."

I truly believe, as an institution, most major labels should just die.

I have to be myself, I can't be no one else.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

I would rather him to bear patiently with it than to put himself in danger of a greater evil.