[Intro: Killah Priest (old man) {Timbo King}]
Go ahead motherfucker, shit
I don`t know man, this motherfucker
First day right, check it out, don`t sit on the corner, man
We ain`t talkin` bout you, we talkin` bout the same thing, man, motherfucker
(I wanna see what goin` with the Black Market, I mean
Like when I was coming up, it was like, you know
Martin, and Malcolm, you know, I`m, I`m, kinda feeling like
The Black Market is on that energy, and that type of direction, man)
{Yeah, basically, that`s like, our forefathers right there)
(All right) {the unit, knowwhatimean?} (all right)
{That generation just guided us to what we is right now
So basically, you know, we just moving}
(Slow motion, you know it kill me though
When you got these brothas out here, talkin` bout
They thugs and they gangsta, to me, like Malcolm
Like Malcolm, was a gangsta) {Yea, for real}
(Like Huey P. Newton, now that was a gangsta, Timbo
You know, you reppin`, like how ya`ll brothas say
Ya`ll reppin`, ya`ll reppin` like that brother?)
{No, we reppin`, like ya`ll} Look at old man John right there, man
(I just wanna see more life from you, you got alotta music out there
Everybody running around talkin` bout, they this Unit, and
Knowhatimean, gangsta, and all that, I just wanna see
Some more life in the music, for the babies) {That`s what`s it`s about, man
We know about that generation right there} (Check this out brother
I mean, not to catch above, what I`m sayin`, I gotta keep it movin`)
[Timbo King]
Yo, you know the saying, it`s black people, eat too much grease
Cuz every diner in New York, is controlled by Greeks
Until my sons bust guns, like Paul Rover`s son
Political rebel, rollin` with a, army of bums
Homeless, individuals, no government funds
Tell Colin Powell, he`s forgot where it came from
Drug deals turn sour, the bitter taste of money
The hood, been hoodwinked, we`ve been labeled as dummies
Education got the youth, like, fuck next period
Rather slang rocks, that`s it, period
A rich man, can`t walk on the floors of heaven
Fahrenheit 9/11, got ya`ll callin` your reverend
Yeah, I said it`s wartime, like we fightin` in Baghdad
Women you tryin` to have, I`ve had that, done bagged that
The blood founder, call me Charles Drew
You need more that F.O.I., to guard you, when I barge through
Producers want to charge 15 g`s
Comin` into their studios with 15 G.D.`s
Bite the bullet, put the hit out on the President`s head
For all the pain and the bloodshed
