Verse 1: Chuck D




All I Wanna Do Is Get Paid Back



For All That Time I Spent In The Back



Livin In Shacks Fillin Up Sacks Of Cotton



Now It's What We Fought You're Makin Six Packs



There's Some Got Our Hope Out Of Control



Of My Soul Pass The Ol' Gold



Behold The Pale Horse Supreme Court



Sweatin Niggas Like Sports



Hunt A Nigga For Sport



See A Nigga Play Sports No Support



On The Outside Lookin In



If That's What's Up Then I Ain't Never Been In Style Then



Everything Is Anything, Anything Is Upbeat Of Nothing



Once Again, Poisoned From The Paper And Pen



You Better Defend That Bullshit On The Other End



Fuck Your Own Thing, If Your Own Thing's The Wrong Thing



Fuck Dem Chicken Wings



Last Able Man Standing



Follow What? I Ain't Understanding



What's Better To Understand Then Be Misunderstood?



Cos The FBI Is Up To No Good



Power To The Peeps Who Come With Their Own Drum



And Don't End Up Like Sheep




(*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*)



*repeat X3*




Verse 2: Chuck D




Mad Heads Confused By The Isms



Bustin Caps Incoginisms



Phone Taps, Makin Sure They Record Ya



>From My Midnight Plane To Georgia, Uhh



Ancient To ???? Player



The Life Giver, The Name Take-awayer



Propaganda Can't Gasp The Last Man Standing



Assassinate All The Plannin



Get Wreck, What You See Is What You Get



To Plunder More Stars Than Trek



21st Century Robin Hood



I Guess The Politics Are Robbin Hoods



Fuck The Government Cos You Know That I Would



Cos The FBI Is Up To No Good



Power To The Peeps Who Come With Their Own Drum



And Don't End Up Like Sheep