Bass In Your Face



Not An Eight Track



Gettin' It Good To The Wood



So The People



Give You Some A Dat



Reactin' To The Fax



That I Kick And It Stick



And It Stay Around



Pointin' To The Joint Put The Buddha Down



Goin' Goin' Gettin' To The Roots



Ain't Givin' It Up



So Turn Me Loose



But Then Again I Got A Story



That's Harder Than The Hardcore



Cost Of The Holocaust



I'm Talin' 'bout The One Still Goin' On



I Know



Where I'm From, Not Dum Diddie Dum



From The Base Motherland



The Place Of The Drum



Invaded By The Wack Diddie Wack



Fooled The Black, Left Us Faded



King And Chief Probably Had A Big Beef



Because Of Dat Now I Grit My Teeth



So Here's A Song To The Strong



'Bout A Shake Of A Snake



And The Smile Went Along Wit Dat



Can't Truss It



Kickin' Wicked Rhymes



Like A Fortune Teller



'Cause The Wickedness Done By Jack



Where Everybody At



Divided And Sold



For Liquor And The Gold



Smacked In The Back



For The Other Man To Mack



Now The Story That I'm Kickin' Is Gory



Little Rock Where They Be



Dockin' This Boat



No Hope I'm Shackled



Plus Gang Tackled



By The Other Hand Swingin' The Rope



Wearin' Red, White And Blue Jack And His Crew



The Guy's Authorized Beat Down For The Brown



Man To The Man, Each One So It Teach One



Born To Terrorize Sisters And Every Brother



One Love Who Said It



I Know Whodini Sang It



But The Hater Taught Hate



That's Why We Gang Bang It



Beware Of The Hand



When It's Comin' From The Left